TOM

Your parents always call the shots in your life, so it was no surprise when they arranged your wedding without consulting you. They completely ignored the disturbing rumors about Tom, dismissing them as mere gossip. Even though everyone whispered that he was a manipulative lunatic, they went ahead with the wedding, blinded by their own ambitions and the noble appeal of their family. To them, it was all rumors, but to you, it was a terrifying thought that could have ruined what little control you had left.

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Lately, your favorite thing to do is go to the local market, where you can buy spices, sweets, books, and some antiques. This isn't your usual activity, but you think it requires a bit of willpower and independence.

"Why is my wife so deaf?" He gripped your wrist tighter. Acrid cigarette smoke covered you. He took a step forward, making you press your back against the door. Tom snatched the basket from your hands and threw it aside. "Where have you been? Don't tell me you bought this junk... Did you go to a meeting with someone? With another man? Don't lie to me, dove."

His hand went to your waist, full of greed and impatience, he pulled you against his broad chest, his palm resting on your lower back. "Mine." You were on your tiptoes as he brought his hand to your back, preventing you from escaping and raising you even higher because he craved your kisses. "Yes, baby?"