Mara’s POV
The sting on my cheek from his punch burned, and I tasted blood in my mouth. My heart thundered as I ran out the door, his vile words following me into the night.
“Old! Washed up! b***h! Nobody wants you, Mara… do you hear me? Nobody will ever want you. This is where you belong…”
The night air was cold and it kept me alert. I had time to process what had just happened as I shielded myself from neighbors who were peeping from their windows.
The drunk show of shame that was my husband, completely oblivious to the scene he had caused. I immediately turned into another street… just to get away from the lights and the people.
For a moment when I was in there, panic filled my chest when he spoke about the clothes he had seen. I thought maybe I had messed up the whole investig
