Chapter 2 - The Door Slams Open
Clara’s heart pounded in her chest as she pressed her back against the cold wooden base of the kitchen island. For weeks, she had endured Phyllis’s subtle cruelty in silence, believing that her mother-in-law was merely stressed about taking care of the house.
She had no idea that Phyllis’s cruelty was calculated, intentional, and driven by a deep-seated hatred for Clara's modest background.
Suddenly, the back entrance door slammed open in the background hallway with a loud, reverberating bang. Heavy footsteps rushed down the corridor at a frantic pace.
Marcus, Clara’s husband, burst through the kitchen doorway. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt and navy slacks, his tie loosened, and his wavy dark brown hair disheveled from running.
Marcus stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in pure, unadulterated shock as he absorbed the scene in front of him.
His injured wife was sitting helplessly on the floor beside scattered food, while his mother stood over her holding metal crutches like weapons.
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"Mom! What are you doing?!" Marcus shouted, his chest heaving as outrage and disbelief washed over his handsome face.
👉 How did Marcus manage to arrive home two hours earlier than his mother expected?
