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[ THIS CHAPTER HAS TRIGGERING CONTENT. I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS MILD AS POSSIBLE.
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. ]
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Isabella violently adjusted the neck of her gown which felt like it was growing into the length of her neck to suffocate her more and more just as her husband's presence did.
But, she was just harming the poor gown whose neckline did a good job of giving her chest breathing space.
Her hands retreating from the almost mutilated material, Isabella found a nearby bench to sit on to gather her thoughts properly.
As it turned out to be, the only source of help she had put her hope on was putting her in a spot.
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