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Eventually Vern had proposed to me and it was the happiest day on earth i still live in an apartment and he comes to sleepover sometimes.. its been about half a month since he proposed and everything was going smooth..


"y/n love, could you be an dear and please buy some milk? we ran out" Vern said as he poured the last drop of milk this morning 

"yeah sure hon" i said as i watched some random interview on the tv completely forgetting to get the milk.


the next morning Vern called me in the kitchen.

"yes?"

"forgot the milk.?" he said in a stern voice 

 "shoot I'm so sorry i forgo-" i spoke as a sting on my cheek lingered.

then i realized..


he slapped me.  


my vision went back and i was on the ground sitting while holding my right cheek


"next time, please don't forget my milk." as he left for work


'what the fuck just happened?'


i was chilling on the sofa as i heard the door ding, meaning he just got home.


immediately he sat on the couch with me as i stiffened remembering what had happened earlier this morning.


"y/n.. i am so sorry for earlier, i didn't know what went through me. father called me and yelled at me for the stocks going down a bit so i wasn't in a good mood whatsoever." he said as he caressed my cheek.

i let it slide and everything was back to normal.


we finally got married, Of course everyone was invited.. even Michael and his family


me and Vern are living amazingly in our own house 


but there's things that i noticed after we began living together

he's been having sudden bursts of anger, coming home more later than usual and whenever i try to touch his phone he moves it away.. also the other night i smelled a perfume that ive never smelled before. its probably just a new perfume?


i was waiting for him to get back home but he never arrived. waiting and waiting until its been a week since i saw him.

"hunny I'm home." 

i heard as i walked through the halls and i smelled some liquor

'gosh he's drunk'

"where have you been?" i asked worriedly 

"out, friends." he said 

"how? its been a week." i asked as the door opened

"babe you forgot your phone in my car" said a girl with brunette and green eyes

"who are you?" i asked in anger

"didn't i fucking tell you to not enter the house without me?!" Vern yelled

"i- i thought she wasn't home" she said nervously 

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