Mirage

Mother's Best Kept Secrets

De: Lee Ann Yingling

Narrado por: Sheryl Mebane

Have you ever considered what it’s like to experience a reoccurring illusion of death? Your flawed senses deceive you because your environment has become so miserable. Imagine dying, or lying in agony, night after night, drenched in sweat, waiting for it to pass. They could've heard your blood-curdling screams from miles away, if not for being silenced by fear. It appears as though your pulse couldn’t fade anymore before it stops altogether. Only by being broken down, in such a way, could you understand.

The abuse numbs your body, but your soul still suffers from each blow. It's an endless film stuck on replay, the slowest, surest death, that happens, over and over, with no promise of stopping. Each day you awake, wondering if it will be your last. You wished to avoid an uproar, but the sound of breaking dishes tells you: it's too late. He is furious, and his anger knows no limits.

The fire in his powerful brown eyes says you are lucky to be alive, but inside you’ve already perished. Though you're a fearless woman, you have met your match. He persuaded that he was the perfect gentleman and swept you off your feet. Somehow, you fell right into his trap. Those fearful eyes were once the same ones you gazed into, and all your problems became distant.

The butterflies you felt were those of the most delicate, unexplainable feelings known to humans. A young stage of a flourishing love, told in the most magical fairy tales ever read. How does the same guy, sent to rescue you, become your most feared enemy? You have spent hours talking, laughing, and sharing your deepest secrets with one another. There was nothing the two of you couldn't accomplish together. Just as your youthful dreams become your existence, somehow they shift into your worst nightmares.

By the time you realize, you’ve been sucked into his narcissistic realm, with no escape in sight, it's too late and past the point of no return. Nobody can spare you. They will only judge your stupidity for remaining....

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