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.

The pain from Ethan’s attack radiated through my body, leaving me gasping and clutching my stomach. Before I could fully process what had happened, the door to my hospital room burst open. A nurse and a security guard rushed in, their faces a mixture of shock and determination. “What’s going on here?” the nurse demanded, stepping between me and Ethan. “She provoked me!” Ethan shouted defensively, his fists still clenched. “She’s ruining my life!” The security guard didn’t hesitate. “Sir, step back now!” he ordered, grabbing Ethan by the arm. Ethan resisted, but the guard tightened his grip. “You need to leave immediately.” Ethan turned to me one last time, his face pale with fury. “You’ll regret this, Nancy,” he hissed. “This isn’t over.”

As the guard escorted him out, I felt a mixture of fear and relief. My body ached, my heart was shattered, but for the first time, I realized I couldn’t stay silent any longer. Ethan’s cruelty had reached a point of no return. The nurse leaned over me, checking my injuries. “Are you okay?” she asked gently, her voice filled with concern. Tears streamed down my face as I nodded weakly. “Please, just keep him away from me,” I whispered.

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