The Despised Wife - S01 E40

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The Despised Wife - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

Start from the beginning  I looked at him with terror in my eyes. “What?” He snapped. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Never heard of using protection or did you do that on purpose? Gosh, you make me sick to my stomach.” “I swear, I don’t know.” I whispered. “What do you mean? You had a one-night stand. Even better.” He laughed sarcastically. Suddenly, the man’s face popped into my head. I felt my heart start to pound as I recalled the old face, it can’t be him. They put him in jail, they said so. I raced past William and scrambled into a pair of shorts and a t- shirt. I ran back to the bathroom where William still stood, brushed my teeth, and ran back out. “What the hell?” He said confusedly, as he followed me around my room. I walked to the other side of my bedroom and stopped right next to my desk. There was a loose floorboard, under the rug, where I hid stuff. I opened it up slightly and took out a black, leather bound diary and a file. It’s a good thing that I didn’t burn these like I had wanted to. I sat on my knees and flipped through the pages frantically. I was praying that the two men were different, they just can’t be the same. I stopped on one of the entries and read through it, my heart dropping with every word. William was kneeling next to me. “Heather?” He asked softly. I looked up at him and felt myself shaking, trying to block out the terrifying memories. I handed him the diary and he took it frowning. He sat down and read the entry. Once he was done, his face was void of any anger and hatred from before. He was staring at me concerned. “You were kidnapped when you were ten, Heather?” He asked me gently. I nodded, curling up into a ball. “So what does that have to with you sleeping with another man?” He asked confused. I handed him the file with shaking hands. He opened it and his face became angry. “Holy shit! It’s the same guy that you slept with!” He exclaimed, looking at the picture in the file. I rolled my eyes. “No shit, Sherlock!” “He came into my room when I was knocked out and had someone take these pictures for him. It was hot so my window was open that night so-.” I whispered before cutting off, knowing he would catch on. I began rocking back and forth, trying to calm myself down. “It’s okay, Heather. He isn’t going to hurt you again. Right? Maybe you should move to the North Pole with the penguins. Think about belly-sliding on ice and the baby penguins.” I heard some shuffling while I was in my daze, and before I knew it, I was in William’s lap. He was hugging me tightly and I sank into his warm, strong embrace. “You’re going to be fine, Heather. I’ll protect you.” William whispered into my hair.

I began to sob into his shoulder because I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He rocked me back and forth slowly, comforting me. “He was here William! He was in my bed, naked! He could have hurt my family or me, and it’s all my fault. I put them in danger.” I sobbed. “Shh, it’s not your fault. You left the window open because you were hot. You didn’t know he was going to come.” He shushed me. William kissed my head and kept rocking me slowly. I stopped crying and wiped my tears, closing my eyes. I took in the smell of William’s comforting cologne and calmed down slightly. I felt safe in his arms right now. I took another shaky breath.