Trigger Warning
This chapter contains references to s****l assault, physical pain, and emotional distress. The assault is not described graphically. Reader discretion is advised.
(Livia)
Mrs. Harris took my hand after I asked whether anyone would believe me. I wanted to believe she could help, but I knew who I was married to. Julian Prescott had enough money to make people do whatever he wanted. My own family had already proved that money mattered more than I did.
"I believe you, Mrs. Prescott."
I looked at her. "But will anyone else?"
"I can't promise everyone will. But I won't pretend this didn't happen."
I wiped my face with the blanket. My body hurt, and I was afraid Julian would come looking for me. Mrs. Harris asked whether I wanted her to call a doctor. I nodded because I did
