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18~Guilt

Habiba's POV:

I was terrified by his fierce look, but I didn't want to show him I was scared. While I continued to create distance between us, he moved closer.

"You... kept my picture away from me," I say stammering once my back hits the wall.

"What picture?" He asks with a weird expression like my language wasn't familiar.

"This!" I snapped while going to my closet, I picked Mom's photo, showing him.

As soon as he saw it, his facial expression turned dark and furious.

"Where did you get it from?" He growls.

"It doesn't matter; what matters is that you took my belongings without my permission. Do you know how much this picture means to me?" I sighed while he stared angrily at me.

"This is the only thing I have from Mom and you hide it thinking I won't find it?" I say while gaining more confidence to speak while he listens.

"How does it belong to you?!" He yells completely closing the gap between us.

I could feel his hot breath all over my face while he towered over me.

"You disobeyed me and went through my things after I warned you? And not only that, now you're accusing me of stealing my picture?" He whispers while clenching his fist got me terrified but I was determined to defend myself.

"How is it your picture? And I didn't want to intrude, Grandma sent me to...

"Shut up and give it!" He snapped so harshly that I flinched

He brought my palm forward, demanding the picture, but I refused.

"Why should I give it to you? It's mine, not yours."

"Don't make me force you!" He whispers.

"You can do whatever you want, but this picture remains with me," I replied, squeezing the picture into my hand.

With anger, he pulls my hand struggling to open my closed palm when the picture rips off.

"What have you done!" I cried out, trying to pick up the divided torn picture on the floor; he roughhandly pulled me up against the wall.

His eyes were red with anger as he panted angrily; he sank his nails into my skin, inflicting pain on me in rage.

"You're hurting me." I cried.

But that stirred his anger more while he drew me closer, his lips brushing my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"The next time you go through my things, your punishment will be so severe that you will wish for death." He says before jerking me carelessly to the floor, he sighed.

"You know, I always have this impression that you are worthless and classless, but now I realize there is more to it; you're a pain in the neck, and that's why your family eagerly gave you away to get rid of you." He says with disgust.

"Just the sight of you makes me boil more in anger; how I wish I could throw you out of my life now. You can have the room to yourself." He says and slams the door out.

I stared at the torn picture in tears.

His words, I couldn't take them as they hurt me more than his actions, I couldn't believe I was married to a man like him.

"You are an animal, you don't deserve to be called a human!" I cried yelling out in anger.

He didn't even think of my feelings despite knowing I had nothing of Mom besides this picture, he still ripped it off.