The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 509 Secrets Laid Bare

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Hudson’s gaze burned with cruelty, and Elsa’s heart skipped hard against her ribs. Her voice faltered, softening into fear.

“Hudson, you can’t treat me like this! We’re husband and wife, we’re one. I know your company’s been in trouble these years… if John keeps caring for me, I can use the money he gives me to help you-”

“Hah!”

Hudson’s laughter cut her off, sharp and mocking.

Yes, she was his wife. Which meant everything Simon or John gave her also belonged to him. His company was bleeding cash, true, but why should he beg her? A few beatings, and she would hand over what he wanted.

His lips twisted in a cruel smile. “Simon’s savior, are you?”

His tone turned venomous.

“You stole the jade pendant Simon gave to Lily when they were children. You wore it, pretended to be her, and claimed her place in his life. That’s your big ‘heroic deed‘? Elsa, you’re as filthy and shameless as ever.”

Bitch!

The curse burned at the back of Elsa’s throat, but she dared not say it. Not when defiance could earn her another brutal beating.

Hudson’s perversions ran deep. He had made her confess her darkest secrets under torture, forcing her to bare what she had buried in her soul. Lies never fooled him–one look and he knew.

She had spilled everything just to survive. Later she’d regretted it bitterly, praying those secrets had died with him in that “accident.”

wielded her secrets like a knife against her

John’s face

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Secrets

faking her illness had already

girl who had once saved Simon wasn’t

long–cherished Lizzy had always

“You can’t tell Simon…”

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tears rolled heavy down her cheeks. Her pitifulness blurred truth and performance alike—John couldn’t tell if it was an act, and even Hudson

But the day he caught her tangled with his friend, all tenderness

out of love, but out of vengeance. He would make her pay for her duplicity, her

woman who warmed every man’s bed. Back home, she hadn’t changed. Still dangling,

like a dog. Do it well enough,

herself under his cruelty,

against it—but fear of death, fear of exposure,

let him know his beloved Lizzy was

her clothes, her soul shattering with each discarded

master bedroom’s

sudden gust swept through, slamming the half–closed

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