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Six years of confinement tore the fabric of their love apart, but today Ilya walked free. The reunion was fiery—passionate embraces and kisses that tried to wash away the years of pain. But the joy was an illusion. That night, when he came home, he didn’t hold you. Instead, he threw you against the wall, his fist smashing into the plaster beside your head. ‘Whore!’ he growled, his eyes hollow with fury. ‘I know everything. You cheated on me.’ Fear locked your limbs as he listed the names of your supposed lovers, his voice trembling with a jealous madness.