How He Likes His Eggs In The Morning

By Joanne Carlton

Isabelle woke startled in the confinement of her bedroom, realizing one instant later that her husband Frank hadn't come up to bed.

The odor of his stinking aftershave was completely absent from the room, proving he had not even checked up on her ever since she ran up here for refuge. Since the change, Frank always smelled like a pimp, making her feel sick to her stomach whenever he was near her.

This was her life now. Pure, miserable hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joanne Carlton
• Release date: Jun 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386048619

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Isabelle woke startled in the confinement of her bedroom, realizing one instant later that her husband Frank hadn’t come up to bed. The odor of his stinking aftershave was completely absent from the room, proving he had not even checked up on her ever since she ran up here for refuge. Since the change , Frank always smelled like a pimp, making her feel sick to her stomach whenever he was near her.

This was her life now. Pure, miserable hell.

Sighing, she took deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down in isolated darkness. She knew she should get off the bed and lock the door, but she was afraid to move. He would hear her, rush up the stairs and finish what he started earlier tonight. Her face still burned from the incredible harsh slap on her cheekbone. The sting of the cut where his golden ring had slashed into her skin, still lingered.

She must have dozed off around two a.m., she guessed. Now, she was still lying fully dressed in her ridiculous outfit on her marital bed, her face wet with tears and blood. Two over-the-top pink hoops stuck through her ears and pushed against the pillow. Her sexy clothes smelled of the horrible perfume he forced her to wear. Stockings with huge holes in them pushed into her thighs. The lacy string felt awkward between her buttocks. She reached down and tore her stockings apart, throwing them on the floor.

Isabelle’s nerves were shot.