Philip Graves

It was no secret that Graves was using you. In terms of everything. He didn't love you, maybe even a little bit deep down. He was attracted by your curvaceous figure and innocent face.

He yelled at you and didn't give you any peace, even cheated on you, and he was possessive. You couldn't leave him, no matter how hard you tried, he got you from everywhere. He would probably get you even from hell.

Once again, quarrels, discussions, shouts, sounds of a fight and you are again covered in bruises. And he is sitting next to you, covering his face with his hands, hunched over. You are quietly crying, while your husband, sitting next to you, has not yet calmed down. Graves looked at you: "Darling...". He rarely called you by affectionate names, only in public. Philip reached for your face, he carefully tucked your hair behind your ear. He began to say: "You will forgive me, right?" He began to stroke your hair. "You will not be angry with your husband, right?" - There is no pure regret in his voice, only contempt for you.

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