~JESSICA~
I was not going to cry; I brought this upon myself. I got up, wiped my tears away, and quickly searched for my phone. I started dialling Clinton’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.
I kept trying, pacing around in the living room, my eyes fixed on the door, and suddenly it opened—my husband walked in.
His eyes were red, but he wasn’t gone for long, so I wondered why he was back so early. I was expecting him to go and drink or have a lap dance, as that’s what he always does in such situations.
I didn’t dare take a step towards him; he walked towards me with his phone still ringing in his pockets.
I panicked.
Was he going to finally kill me, maybe?
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to protect my child.” I couldn’t form words, so I closed my eyes in fear as he reached m
