After a brutal car crash, I was rushed into the emergency room. My husband stormed in moments later, furious. “Cut the drama!” he yelled. “I’m not wasting money on this nonsense—get out of that bed!” He grabbed me, trying to yank me off the mattress. When I resisted, he drove both fists into my stomach. And what happened next… changed everything.

Ethan’s expression hardened. “Sell your jewelry,” he snapped. “You’ve got more than enough to cover this mess. I’m not wasting another dime on you.” I froze, the shock of his cruelty momentarily silencing me. “You’re serious?” I whispered. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me? You’re my husband, Ethan. You’re supposed to support me.” “Support you?” He barked, his voice rising. “You’re useless now, Nancy. I have to carry this family on my back, and you can’t even do your part anymore.” The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating, as his anger boiled over. I couldn’t stay silent any longer. “I’ve done nothing but support you, Ethan! I gave up my career for you, raised our daughter, and kept our home running while you bounced from one job to another. And now, when I need you most, you call me useless?” His face twisted in rage. “You think you can talk back to me?” he shouted, slamming his fists onto the edge of the bed. “You don’t get to make demands!” I flinched, but before I could respond, he lunged forward, his fists clenched tightly, and struck me in the stomach with both hands. Pain shot through my already broken body, leaving me gasping for air. The room spun as I tried to process what had just happened.

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