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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 763

"I didn't do it, I swear... Please, don't hit me... Dad, stop, it hurts, it really hurts..."

Tarquin's brow furrowed with concern as he rushed over and wrapped his arms around her, "Elysia!"

It was as if a jolt of electricity shot through her, her body trembling violently as she fought back, "Don't hit me! Get away from me!"

But Tarquin held her tight, his heart breaking into pieces.

Those damn Thorne family monsters!

"Elysia, it's me! Wake up—" Tarquin clung to her, calling out, hoping to snap her out of the nightmare.

After a struggle, Elysia's eyes fluttered open, tears veiling her vision.

She looked around, timid and cautious, her eyes wide with the fear of a little girl who's just experienced something terrifying.

"Elysia..." Tarquin's heart ached for her.

Elysia stared at him for a moment, as if recognizing him for the first time, and then burst into tears, burying herself in his embrace as if seeking refuge,

"I had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare..."

Tarquin felt a lump in his throat, his eyes swelling with tears, overwhelmed with empathy.

He hugged her close, trying hard to keep his own emotions in check, his voice husky with comfort,

"Don't be afraid, I'm here now. No one will ever hurt you again! You have me, you have the kids, we'll protect you... It's okay now..."

Elysia cried in his arms, a horrific dream dragging her back into her past.

What she had endured as a child was a blur, forgotten and obscured.

Since she could remember, she had already been covered in bruises and wounds. To her parents, disciplining her was as routine as dinner.

Her face often swollen, her body a canvas of blues and purples.

Blake lashed out at her when work went south.

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