"Enough with your crying! My ears are ringing already!"
You tried to talk some sense into your husband, but it was no use. He grabbed your hair, kicking a table nearby. A vase shattered, and he threw you on the glass shards, drawing blood from your pale skin. That's when he finally heard your trembling voice. He saw your state, continously apologizing despite being hurt. The lump of panic attack in your throat already numbed you. "Ah... dear, I didn't mean toβ" He dropped to his knees.
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