Chapter 2 - The Slap Echoes Through The Silent Dining Room
The sharp crack of flesh striking flesh shattered the fragile stillness of the Myers Park dining room.
Grace’s head snapped to the side, the burning imprint of Ethan’s hand instantly blooming bright crimson across her pale cheek.
Anniversary candles flickered violently in the sudden draft, casting long, menacing shadows against the imported crown molding.
Grace did not scream out in agony, nor did she collapse into a heap of helpless tears upon the floor.
Instead, she slowly turned her head back, her dark eyes locking onto her husband with a terrifying, frozen calm.
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Ethan stood frozen in his custom-tailored suit, his chest heaving as he stared down at his own trembling palm.
A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the room, broken only by the hum of the high-end Sub-Zero refrigerator.
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