A Decade-long Marriage

Ten years of marriage, and Julian Thorne, the man who’d doted on me so deeply, was keeping another woman.

On a day I was visiting my family's graves, a somber occasion, they chose that moment to indulge their illicit desires.

In a public restroom at the cemetery, they defiled each other.

I found them. Afterwards, he held me captive.

"You pathetic, parentless old hag, still dreaming you're some high-society heiress? The Hayes empire, your family's legacy, is mine now!"

Verbal abuse, whips, boiling water.