*Warning: This chapter has triggering scenes*
The phone call had been him– of course it had been. A scream made its way out of my throat, but with Kingsley’s hand clamped over my mouth, all that came out was a pathetic muffled sound that I knew would never reach the ears of anybody outside of the room.
“That’s not how you should greet your husband, Grace,” Kingsley tutted, leaning his head over my shoulder so that our cheeks touched and his disgusting alcohol-tinged breath reached my nose.
We wouldn’t be husband and wife if you’d just sign the f*****g divorce papers, I thought angrily, not even my fear getting in the way of my bitterness.
“Why did you have to go and release that recording? Huh?” he asked, tightening his grip around my stomach and digging his fingers deeper into my f
