BBW ( Just republishing to hopefully finish it, there might be slight changes)

SAL/NAN

NB:THESE ARE MY LAST CHAPTERS AND THEY WILL BE LONG BECAUSE I JUST FOUND OUT WATTPAD's CHAPTER LIMIT IS 200 CHAPTERS. 😔 I APOLOGISE

"What I've done was for us. For you. For our family. I tried to make it all right."

I felt the weight of her gaze, the passion behind her words, but it was all twisted; manipulative. I couldn't allow myself to feel pity for her anymore.

"Sal,"

I said, softer now but firm,

"you need help. I can't continue to let you hurt me, or yourself, or our kids. This isn't love; this is control, and you know it."

"You don't understand,"

she said, her voice cracking for a brief instant, that vulnerability surfacing again.

"I can change. I can be better. Just—give me a chance. Can't you see I'm trying?"

"How many chances did I give you before finally deciding to divorce?."

I countered, shaking my head.

"You're asking for complete obedience to your will, to live in a pretend world where everything is fine. I won't do that."

Her expression shifted, something darker lurking behind her eyes.

"What if I refuse to let you go? What if I make it very clear that leaving isn't an option?"

A chill swept through me as her words hung in the air, a threat veiled in desperation. This was a crossroads; I could feel it in my bones.

"You wouldn't hurt me,"

I replied, though I felt a tremor of doubt.

"You love me. You love our kids."

"Love? Love is recovering what was lost,"

she spat back bitterly,

"and if I have to hurt you to do it, then I'll do what I have to, because this island is a prison and a haven all at once and I'm not letting you go without a fight."

For a moment, we stood there, the tension a live wire ready to spark. Every instinct screamed that I had to leave right now before the darkness consumed her entirely. I took a step back, edging toward the door, heart racing.

"Sal, please... for our kids. Let me go. We can find a way through this, but we can't do it trapped in this madness."

Her breath caught, and for a moment, I thought I saw a crack in her armor, the hint of fear beneath that defiant exterior but it faded quickly, replaced by that chilling resolve.

"You want to leave?"

she asked, her voice steady but laced with an underlying edge.

"Then I guess I'll just have to remind you that I have the power here. You and the kids... you won't leave my side again."

"Sal..."

the warning echoed in my voice, and yet, part of me wished I could reach out to her, to somehow resurrect the woman I once knew but I had to think of the children. My heart pounded, adrenaline kicking in as I turned toward the door.

"You don't have to do this. We can get help together."

" but I don't want help...not like that."

The moment stretched thick with unsaid words, her gaze darkening as I slowly backed away, realizing this was more than an emotional battle—it was a fight for my freedom and the safety of our children.