A Wife's Escape from Toxic Love

Three days after my abortion, Maxton Lewis suggested taking me out to relax. I was surprised when he drove us to a hotel.

As he opened the door to the private suite, the strong odor of liquor hit me, causing me to hesitate.

"Maxton, they tried to make me drink, but I have an alcohol allergy," Priscilla Carter said tearfully.

Maxton embraced her protectively and replied, "No worries; she'll finish the drinks for you."

Suddenly, he pushed me towards the table full of alcohol. I stumbled, grabbing the edge as a bottle crashed to the floor.

"Priscilla's not feeling well. You'll drink in her place."

I held my still-sore abdomen and looked at him incredulously. "Maxton, you know I just had an operation."

"Stop pretending," he scoffed, his expression turning cruel. "Three years ago, you drank two bottles despite a stomach hemorrhage. Do you think I'd believe this act now?"

His harsh words cut deep, unleashing a torrent of suppressed emotions - pain, shame, and betrayal - within me.

I slapped him hard, the sound reverberating through the room. "That's enough," I said, my voice quivering with rage. Without waiting for his response, I turned and stormed out, leaving behind the ruins of what I once thought was love.

Maxton seized my arm, gripping tightly. "Solana, don't be hasty. Do you really think you're still innocent? You've lost your unborn child. Who would want someone as worthless as you after leaving me? Be obedient and drink for Priscilla. I still have use for you."

In that moment, any remaining affection I had for him crumbled beyond repair. Wordlessly, I chose to depart.

Later, however, desperation overtook him. Maxton, once so proud, pleaded frantically for my return.