Another day waking up by the side of this man who day by day slap me and beat me up. Yet another day to see my two dearest son who turned out to be as evil as their father.
“Sarah, the tea!” Ordered Terence as a normal routine.
The only reason I married him was because my parents needed money and Terence’s family was well known in the little village of Louisette in France to have Wells of money.
During our 17 years of common life, I woke up everyday with the wish that he was dead. But I am always wrong and it is killing me little by little.