[TRIGGER WARNING: Skip this chapter if you are not comfortable reading domestic violence.]
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While Lilly Rose agonized internally about the blurry memories of Matthew kissing her and a beautiful woman, her mother was agonizing a different kind of pain—-the physical one.
"You never learn your lesson, you wh*re!"
Rosa flinched even before her husband's hand touched her already swollen check, it was already a reflex, a way to somehow lessen the impact of his abuse. But, it didn't really matter if she moved before he could hit her since he just hit her again, and again, to the point that Rosa had lost her sense of surrounding.
Last night, they went to a masquerade party in the desert for some rich oil billionaire who thought bringing people in the middle of the desert at night was something exhilarating.
To be honest, it was.
The desert was transformed into a magical place, more than it usually was.
