Trigger Warning: Abuse
I in this story is an imaginary character, built via observation and research.
I have many curves on the body. There's my smile, then there's my waist and my thigh. There's one more curve, that I can't afford for the world to see. And that is the mark on my stomach for when my husband lost control and got a bit angry on me.
This is a story of second chances and broken bones and of my heart, playing its cards against me.
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