After a severe car accident, I was rushed to the hospital. My husband barged into the room, raging. “Enough with the theatrics!” he shouted

can talk back to me, Rebecca?” Caleb hissed.

Before I could answer, he lunged forward and struck me hard in the stomach with both fists. Pain tore through my already broken body. I gasped, clutching my sides, trapped beneath hospital sheets with both legs in casts and ribs that burned every time I breathed.

Footsteps thundered toward the door.

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