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... w husband, my heart racing. The satin dress clings tightly to my skin, making it hard to breathe.
"Matthew?" I whisper, my voice trembling. My heart pounds against my ribcage as I see the storm brewing in his eyes, the cold, unfeeling look.
I've never seen someone look at me like this before. So angry. So full of hatred.
"You wouldn't force me to have sex with you tonight, would you? I thought you hated me," I plead meekly.
He wouldn't force me, no way. Matthew is ...
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