Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? He had killed himself. Could it be true?
Had her nightmare returned from the grave?
For 13 years she had been married to this monster.
Abused every single day.
The only happiness she ever had.
Was receiving the news that he had tragically passed away.
Could death have a sense of humor?
Or was it all part of a plan?
Just another form of assault from this evil being that once called himself a man?
By
Dwayne Clark

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