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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.

A Wife's Escape from Toxic Love

His shouts reverberated throughout the structure, catching the notice of the guards, who swiftly removed him from the premises.


Yet Maxton persisted. He came back repeatedly, positioning himself at the entrance, calling out my name with intense urgency.


Realizing my new position was at risk due to his actions, I grudgingly agreed to a conversation.


At the coffee shop, Maxton's gaze held a spark of optimism as he faced me. "Solana, I'm aware you still have a kind heart. Can you pardon me and return to our relationship?"


I deliberately sipped my beverage, maintaining steady eye contact. "Maxton, how do you intend to make amends for the child we lost and the suffering I've experienced? Reconciliation isn't possible until these matters are addressed."


"Even if you jeopardize this job, I'll relocate and begin anew elsewhere. But, Solana, as long as these issues remain unresolved and the true wrongdoer remains free, we have no future together."


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