The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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The door of my room opened and he stepped inside. He walked around, opening the bathroom door and looking under the bed.
I curled myself into a ball inside the closet and tried to shrink back to look as small as possible. I kept my head low, discreetly peeking to see the man's movements. He stepped closer to the closet and opened the door next to the mine.
I was crouching down, hiding under my floor length dresses which seemed to be doing a good job of covering me.
He came closer and opened the other closet door aggressively. He shuffled through my dresses in annoyance but without much effort or attention.
My cover under the black trench coat over me had camouflaged myself from his sight, blending me with the darkness.
He soon left my room and I released a breath in relief. And only one thought came banging in my head. I need to get to my phone.
How could I be so stupid and forget the first thing in thriller movies? Charge your phone and keep it with you.
I always used to laugh at the characters because of their stupidity. But in reality, I had become one of them.
Hearing his footsteps in the other room, I quickly sprinted downstairs on my tiptoes, trying my best not to make a sound. I exhaled another breath of relief as I saw my phone still lying on the table.
I turned it on to dial the police but my eyes widened in panic as the phone started ringing. My eyes widened, a shiver running up my spine. Footsteps came rushing down the stairs in a hurry.
Marcus was calling me and instructively, I answered the call. Before I could cry out to him a hand yanked my hair, dragging me back to the living room.
I screamed and struggled against the man's huge hands, trying to push him away. But the strength of his muscles and his tight grip on me wasn't helping.
"Stop struggling you bitch" He yelled in a hoarse voice.
My back scraped as it came in contact with the shattered glass. The pain shot through me like fire but I stifled my sobs. Blinking back my tears I searched for any mean of escape.
I grabbed a shard of glass from beneath me and stabbed his leg, blood dripping down to his shoe. He gave out a scream in agony and shot a murderous look at me, his eyes darkening. He pulled me up to my feet and then giving me a smirk he pushed me, smashing my head on the coffee table.
Black spots appeared in my vision, blood pooling down my face, staining my vision. Wincing in pain, I touched my forehead only to feel the warmth of blood as pain stung through me.
My eyes were fluttering closed due to blood loss. Using all my energy I tried to scramble back but he clasped my foot foot in his big hands.
"Stop fucking moving" His other hand came up to my throat and strangled me, seizing my breath I clawed at his hands, attempting to get air but life seemed to be fading away.
"Ple.. plea.." I pleaded in sobs but it only made his grip tighten further around my neck. "Shut up" He smacked my face with his large hand.
Before he could land another blow, the door was smashed in, it's hinges falling loose. Through my fading vision I saw several people striding in.
But only one of them caught my eye.
It was Marcus.
His eyes widened with fear and anger as he looked at me.
Gun shots ringed in my ear and my body was dropped to the floor. The man ran, hid behind the couch and fired several shots. More black spots appeared in my vision but I vaguely saw the man leaving, running past all the uniformed men.
All at once the room was empty as everyone followed the man, leaving me and Marcus alone.
He slowly walked towards me. His hands shaking, sweat sticking to his face, eyes deep red in pain and fear.
Marcus scooped me up in his arms and leaned his forehead on mine, bringing me closer.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left your side. It's all my fault" His chest thundered.
Slowly I brought my hand to his cheek, holding on to the last bit of consciousness.
"You came for me"
"I'm so sorry Serapha. I'm not letting you leave again. I'll protect you" He kissed my forehead and snuggled me closer.
As strong arms led me outside, darkness invaded me.
Marcus's Pov
"I will make sure to hand over the divorce papers to you within this year. So remember this marriage will only last for another year and after that you and I will never see each other again"
I didn't mean to hurt her but as her eyes brimmed with tears my heart clenched in pain. All I wanted was to keep her safe. Her tears made me feel guilty of what I was doing.
As I drove off, I felt my sister's eyes on me. She mumbled something to herself but I couldn't care less. I dropped her off at her grandparents house and left to see Serapha.
I curled myself into a ball inside the closet and tried to shrink back to look as small as possible. I kept my head low, discreetly peeking to see the man's movements. He stepped closer to the closet and opened the door next to the mine.
I was crouching down, hiding under my floor length dresses which seemed to be doing a good job of covering me.
He came closer and opened the other closet door aggressively. He shuffled through my dresses in annoyance but without much effort or attention.
My cover under the black trench coat over me had camouflaged myself from his sight, blending me with the darkness.
He soon left my room and I released a breath in relief. And only one thought came banging in my head. I need to get to my phone.
How could I be so stupid and forget the first thing in thriller movies? Charge your phone and keep it with you.
I always used to laugh at the characters because of their stupidity. But in reality, I had become one of them.
Hearing his footsteps in the other room, I quickly sprinted downstairs on my tiptoes, trying my best not to make a sound. I exhaled another breath of relief as I saw my phone still lying on the table.
I turned it on to dial the police but my eyes widened in panic as the phone started ringing. My eyes widened, a shiver running up my spine. Footsteps came rushing down the stairs in a hurry.
Marcus was calling me and instructively, I answered the call. Before I could cry out to him a hand yanked my hair, dragging me back to the living room.
I screamed and struggled against the man's huge hands, trying to push him away. But the strength of his muscles and his tight grip on me wasn't helping.
"Stop struggling you bitch" He yelled in a hoarse voice.
My back scraped as it came in contact with the shattered glass. The pain shot through me like fire but I stifled my sobs. Blinking back my tears I searched for any mean of escape.
I grabbed a shard of glass from beneath me and stabbed his leg, blood dripping down to his shoe. He gave out a scream in agony and shot a murderous look at me, his eyes darkening. He pulled me up to my feet and then giving me a smirk he pushed me, smashing my head on the coffee table.
Black spots appeared in my vision, blood pooling down my face, staining my vision. Wincing in pain, I touched my forehead only to feel the warmth of blood as pain stung through me.
My eyes were fluttering closed due to blood loss. Using all my energy I tried to scramble back but he clasped my foot foot in his big hands.
"Stop fucking moving" His other hand came up to my throat and strangled me, seizing my breath I clawed at his hands, attempting to get air but life seemed to be fading away.
"Ple.. plea.." I pleaded in sobs but it only made his grip tighten further around my neck. "Shut up" He smacked my face with his large hand.
Before he could land another blow, the door was smashed in, it's hinges falling loose. Through my fading vision I saw several people striding in.
But only one of them caught my eye.
It was Marcus.
His eyes widened with fear and anger as he looked at me.
Gun shots ringed in my ear and my body was dropped to the floor. The man ran, hid behind the couch and fired several shots. More black spots appeared in my vision but I vaguely saw the man leaving, running past all the uniformed men.
All at once the room was empty as everyone followed the man, leaving me and Marcus alone.
He slowly walked towards me. His hands shaking, sweat sticking to his face, eyes deep red in pain and fear.
Marcus scooped me up in his arms and leaned his forehead on mine, bringing me closer.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left your side. It's all my fault" His chest thundered.
Slowly I brought my hand to his cheek, holding on to the last bit of consciousness.
"You came for me"
"I'm so sorry Serapha. I'm not letting you leave again. I'll protect you" He kissed my forehead and snuggled me closer.
As strong arms led me outside, darkness invaded me.
Marcus's Pov
"I will make sure to hand over the divorce papers to you within this year. So remember this marriage will only last for another year and after that you and I will never see each other again"
I didn't mean to hurt her but as her eyes brimmed with tears my heart clenched in pain. All I wanted was to keep her safe. Her tears made me feel guilty of what I was doing.
As I drove off, I felt my sister's eyes on me. She mumbled something to herself but I couldn't care less. I dropped her off at her grandparents house and left to see Serapha.
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