It seem as if I have spent my whole life apologizing to this man even when I didn't do anything wrong and when I ask him why he always says" it's cause you're a woman and my wife so I can do whatever I please with you"
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* Tessandra's P.O.V.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry how many times you want me to say it "asked Tessandra " I don't want you to be sorry I just want you to stop do thing you have to apologize for"said Wyatt." I don't know what I did this time if you would tell what I did instead of hitting of yelling at me for doing something wrong it would be a big help" said Tessandra "you wench you dare question me!" yell Wyatt as he backhanded Tessandra into the wall. "No never mind... I'll just go make dinner" said Tessandra as she picked herself up. "Now that's more like it a women belongs in the kitchen," said Wyatt as he headed to his study. Tessandra let out a sigh once her husband was out of sight. "Finally I'm alone I just wish Wyatt never met those men. We were fine before them Wyatt never raised his voice against me and he defiantly wouldn't hit me. He was a sweet and thoughtful man; He's not the man I married anymore I wonder what happened to him. I miss my husband" Tessandra thought to herself. "
Wyatt's P.O.V. I hate having to see fear in her eyes when she looks at me. I wish there was another way to keep her safe. But if she doesn't fear me she will question me and poke around which will end up with her getting hurt. I wish I never went to town that day" Wyatt thought to himself. I remember heading into town after work to buy something nice for my wife, and that's when I heard it. there was the sound of a man's scream and of a gun going off, people scattered and ran for cover and I just stood there for a second taking it all in. Then I heard the man scream again and I knew I had to do something. So I ran towards the screams and what I saw made time stand still. There was a woman beaten ,bloodied and gagged curling herself around her child to protect him from harm. Her husband was being held back by three muscled men he was also beaten and bloodied. there were two more men one held a gun and leveled it at the women. The second just stood there I'm guessing he was the leader. The gun fired and the women let out a scream as the bullet punctured her leg. I snapped back to reality." hey you leave them alone" I yelled "oh my look what we have here a tough guy. Well I'll tell you what if you walk away now we'll forget you were ever here and no one else has to get hurt" said the leader. "I can't do that sir what you doing is not only wrong but downright inhuman" I replied,"well them I guess we'll just have to make sure you stay quite then won't we men" said the leader his men laughed in reply to their leader's statement. The next thing I remember is waking up on the ground with a man standing over me holding a picture of my wife, "so I'm guessing this fine lady is your wife" said the man "you know there are way to keep you quite without hurting you we could always hurt her instead" said the leader. That's why Tessandra can't know what happen or else they will hurt her. They made me take them to meet her just to reinforce their point and to show me that the could get to her whenever they want which is why I had to make her fear me" thought Wyatt.
That was the last day that Tessandra and Wyatt ever spent together. That night Wyatt got drunk and told his story in a bar and the leader found out about it. After Wyatt realize what he had done he ran back home in his drunken state to protect his love but he was too late when he got there the men were already beating this wife. He stepped in and tried to save her but after an hour of continuous beating both Wyatt and Tessandra were left there lying on the floor with only seconds left to live and in those few seconds all was made right between them and they both died with love in their heart there was no more fear or regret.
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I don't know my husband anymore
Storie d'amore“Finally I’m alone I just wish Wyatt never met those men. We were fine before them Wyatt never raised his voice against me and he defiantly wouldn’t hit me. He was a sweet and thoughtful man; He’s not man I married any more I wonder what happened to...