Unforgotten, Rewriting
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" That's why they all say. I want out of this fucking marriage! I don't want to have you in this family anymore. The worst decision that I have was when I agreed to marry a little slut like you! You are useless to me and you do nothing but lounge around and take my money. You little poor ass is going to be the reason why this family name is going to go into ruins if you stay! So, if it does go to ruins soon it's because of you, oh god help me I will make your life even more of a living hell then it is right now! You, Willow Grace Smith don't deserve to live a happy once you have destroyed this family name! You stupid little bitch and worthless gold digger!" Henry screams at me.
" Please don't do this to me! I don't understand why I did wrong. Can you please explain to me? "
" You know what you did wrong, gold digger! Now just sign the god damn divorce papers, tomorrow! You're bags are already packed with everything you had originally, which isn't that much."
His hands in fists, knuckles turning white, I then felt a pain in my stomach and realize that he just punched me. I felt another pain shot through my stomach but it hurt even more. Over and over again I can't stand it any more. Maybe he is right, maybe it is the right thing to do.
With that I try to stand up. After a few minutes I am able to stand. I nod my head agreeing to his terms, heading to the spare bed room without looking back knowing that he wouldn't want someone like me to look at him let alone sleep in the same bed as him. I quickly brush my teeth, and walk towards the bed. I pull the covers over myself and fall into darkness.
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