~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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Sleep was no longer an option as I remained lying on his bed for a very long time.
I was too stunned to react or move and my brain was slow to process everything because it was too terrifying to believe.
My own husband hurt me.
He deliberately hurt me and didn't look remorseful about it.
I wanted to believe so badly that he didn't shoot me that arrow in the training ground but this just made everything extremely hard.
What was more pitiful was the fact that even in my dream, I hesitated to kill him but he didn't bat an eyelid when it came to killing me.
Slowly, I tried to sit upright but groaned when the pain shot up to my brain.
"We cannot stay here," I refused to give up as I tried continuously to sit upright until finally, I succeeded.
Once that was done, I looked at the doors and tears instantly rushed to my eyes at the painful distance it was from the bed.
