The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

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“Cedrick! I’m not Maricela! Let me go!”

She couldn’t struggle. His hand gripped her skin with bruising force, leaving her with nothing but pain–a burning pain like fire.

Yet he didn’t stop, only growing more savage as he ravaged her skin. His scorching breath hit her ear as he growled in a voice she’d never heard before, “Since I can’t see your face, I’ll just pretend you’re Maricela !”

“Cedrick, are you a devil?”

Lucille felt unprecedented humiliation. He’d mistaken her for Maricela!

She’d resolved to ignore his five–year obsession with Maricela, but she couldn’t bear him doing this while imagining her as Maricela!

“Cedrick!

You’re worse than an animal!” she screamed.

Her hoarse cries meant nothing to him. His movements grew increasingly violent until barely any fabric remained be- tween them. She could feel his bare skin pressed against hers–a terrifying, slick sensation…

Desperate fear seized her.

Tonight, she might lose everything….

“Cedrick, if you keep going, I’ll hate you!”

True hatred. She’d been ready to start anew, full of hope for the future. Was he dragging her back into hell?

After despair came eerie calm.

Her strength was no match for Cedrick’s madness.

If this was inevitable, she needed a plan.

First: never fall back into his black hole.

Tomorrow she must get morning–after pills–that was crucial. Then, this couldn’t delay her escape. After tonight, only 20 days remained until freedom.

Five years had passed; 20 days would fly by…

When she stopped resisting, Cedrick’s movements gentled. He whispered in her ear, “There now. Wasn’t it better to be good?

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Why fight me…”

She shut her eyes, tears escaping despite herself.

“Don’t cry. I’ll be gentle. Just a little pain… I’m coming…”

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She felt his fingers brush her check before covering her eyes.

Maybe blocking her face helped him pretend she was Maricela…

“Ding–dong-”

The doorbell rang.

Cedrick ignored it.

“The bell! Room service is collecting dishes! They’ll walk in if you don’t answer!” Lucille grasped at this final hope.

“Who dares enter without my permission?”

He only grew rougher.

Pain flared as the bell rang again. A woman’s voice called faintly outside-“Cedrick?“…

“Maricela!

Maricela’s here!” Lucille cried urgently.

Finally, the pain ceased. Cedrick stopped.

But he didn’t move off her back.

“Thrilled that Maricela ‘s here?” he panted, his gravelly voice demanding answers.

Lucille had no idea how to answer him to his satisfaction. He was still pressed close against her; one wrong answer could set him off again.

“No… I didn’t…” Her mind was a whirlwind. “I just… thought you should be happy…”

“Cedrick…” The doorbell rang again, the caller’s voice carrying a sob.

This time, the name was crystal clear.

He paused, finally pulling away.

She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket while he dressed hastily and went to open the door.

It was indeed Maricela.

Lucille exhaled–was she saved?

Should she thank Maricela?

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