My cruel husband locked me outside in the pouring rain while I was barefoot and

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…swiftly. It was a lesson I’d learned early in life, and one Michael was about to learn the hard way. With Eleanor’s firm grip guiding me, I stood up, my legs still trembling from the cold.

The warmth of her presence seemed to cut through the chill like a beacon of hope.

“Are you alright, dear?” she asked, concern softening the edges of her voice. “Not really,” I admitted.

My voice cracked, but there was a strange comfort in admitting the truth. “But I will be.”

Eleanor nodded, her eyes gleaming with a fierce protectiveness.

“Let’s get you warm and dry.”

We made our way back to her car, the umbrella shielding me from the worst of the rain.

Inside, the car was a cocoon of warmth and luxury. The leather seats seemed to absorb the icy wetness from my clothes, and I felt myself begin to thaw. “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice still shaking slightly.

“To my place for now,” Eleanor replied.

“We’ll sort everything out in the morning.”

I nodded, relief flooding over me. Eleanor’s house was a sanctuary, filled with warmth and light, far removed from the oppressive atmosphere of Michael’s domain.

The rain dru

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