Chapter 9
Derek tried softness next.
That almost hurt more.
His shoulders lowered.
His voice changed.
“Sky.”
I hated that my body still recognized the old nickname.
I hated that memory could survive inside danger.
“Please,” he said.
Officer Miller watched him carefully.
Suzanne looked relieved, as if charm would restore the natural order.
Derek took half a step forward, then stopped when Officer Miller’s posture shifted.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
The broken mug sat between us.
Coffee stain dried on the floor.
Bandages on my cheek.
Medical folder under my wedding ring.
I asked, “What did you mean to happen?”
He swallowed.
“I was angry.”
“That is not an answer.”
“I wanted you to understand.”
“There it is.”
His eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“You wanted pain to become a lesson.”
The room went very quiet.
Suzanne looked away.
Derek’s mouth opened, but no words came.
I picked up the apartment keys and placed them beside the ring.
Not handed to him.
Not thrown.
Placed.
“This is what you wanted,” I said. “A lesson.”
His face tightened.
“I am your husband.”
“No.”
I looked at the ring.
“You were.”
Suzanne snapped, “You don’t get to end a marriage like that.”
I turned toward her.
“Watch me.”
Officer Price moved slightly as Suzanne stepped forward, and she stopped immediately.
Derek’s eyes dropped again to the key fob.
He pressed it one more time.
Nothing.
The failed flash seemed to break something in him.
Because this time he did not look angry first.
He looked afraid.
Not of police.
Not of charges.
Of emptiness.
The apartment around him no longer responded.
The woman in front of him no longer responded.
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The money, the keys, the card, the room, the story—none of them moved when he pressed.
Read the full story 👉 Derek tried to soften his abuse into a mistake, but Skylar named the truth: he wanted pain to teach obedience.
