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The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty

... hair was snowy blond. At Wotton, the two lectures had run across the other and come to be at good terms. To Claire, Mila was the most fortunate girl in Vegas. Her hubby was a well-off guy who oversaw a booming TV house. Everything he granted his wife was overpriced. With meticulousness, Mila wheeled back towards Claire in the ease of her chair and urged herself to gently smile. Three days had slipped since Brandon mercilessly beat her. Everything hurt—her eyes, chest, stomach and head. To the swarm out there, she had to falsify everything was okay. “I am fine, Claire. Why must you be bothered about me? Three nights back, I was robbed outside Wells Fargo after drawing out some cash. The bandits assaulted me; not in a sexual way—which clears up why I am like this. They grabbed from me a couple few bucks.” Claire’s mouth slumped in terror. “Sweetheart, that is what took place to you? You didn’t notify me about the incident. Why did you hide something this daunting, Mila?” “It’s fine, Claire. My health is steadily improving. I didn’t wish to burden you with any of my troubles. You are already having enough with your mother in law. You wedded Fred eight months back, yet she strongly insists that you fall pregnant otherwise she will have you kicked out of her son’s house. Isn’t that plenty hell for you, Claire?” With a dark face, Claire glowered curtly and concurred, “You are right.” Mila’s was a ritzy gray shaded car; one of the most expensive in 2018—a Mercedes Benz Alfa. With ...

... two imperishable doors, yellow headlights and orange taillights, the car glittered during daylight and twinkled sleekly in the moonlight. In the eyes of many, particularly those at the university, Mila had everything going perfect for her. Deep down her heart, she was aware that her marriage to Brandon was a curse as opposed to a blessing. She dreaded him as though he was God—an unmerciful and unforgiving God moreover. He was capable of causing her any torture and ill-treat. Claire’s life on the other hand was the norm. She wasn’t fortunate enough to revel in luxuries that her friend dipped in. Her sole trouble was her husband’s mother, Kayla. Every morning at the breakfast table, Kayla consistently queried before laying a fork on her food, “How is your sex life carrying through, my dear two lovebirds? Claire, I trust you are giving it your best shot to give me a grandchild. Fred, you must not ever let one night lapse away without you caressing our soon to-be mom here.” Claire perpetually smiled. Not that it didn’t hurt! The subject made her shaky and worried. What if there was a glitch somewhere in her womb? If she was not able to give birth or would suffer a miscarriage each time she would fall pregnant? Kayla wasn’t going to put up with news of that nature. Her warnings on Claire’s failure to deliver babies were nonstop and alarming. “Those are my worst fears, Mila. Perhaps God has cursed me. It might happen that I won’t get to cuddle children of my own in my arms.” With ...