Confession: When writing this fic, I had no intention of keeping the husband's identify a secret. I ended up getting into Bella's head completely, and when I did, it was like Bella saw this nameless person, void of anything other than her pure hatred for him. So I ended up keeping him nameless simply because in her eyes (and all of our eyes) he is not worthy of a second of her time and thoughts - and saying his name would give him a voice he has already taken from her. So, he's nameless (for now) for Bella, and not because I'm just trying to drive you all crazy LOL (Though it is fun to hear your guesses!) I know who he is, and am writing him accordingly :)

As for comparisons with Sleeping with the Enemy, I haven't actually seen the movie since I was a kid, so while I know this fic gives off the same vibes, I honestly can't remember more than three scenes: her wedding ring in the toilet, her hiding against the side of a boat, and maybe some type of BBQ once she's escaped to her new life?

Thanks go to Fran and her amazing beta skills and Dani, Ariel, and Gemma preread to help me keep track of timelines LOL

It's not easy to cover bruises in the summer, especially when they wrap around your neck like the whispers of ghosts.

It's a little easier since I don't leave the house when he's not home. But I like to be outside when I can, and since Alice insists on doing her laps around the neighborhood, I'm not sure if makeup can cover up my secrets today.

It's hot, so wearing a scarf would pave the way for too many questions that could then lead to more questions, and maybe not just me would get hurt.

It's a non-negotiable of mine to ensure no one else gets hurt because of him.

Even though it's a pain at times, I've become an expert at hiding his evidence on my skin.

I sit in front of my vanity, staring at my reflection in the mirror, and wonder how I got here. Why I'm still here.

There must be a way to end this - my husband is smart but not perfect. As I powder the purple skin, making it as invisible as I can from any prying eyes, I then braid my hair to the side to rest against my neck and shoulder to add an additional layer of protection.

All the while, I think of the life I wanted.

And why I didn't run when I realized I would never have it.

And if it's too late to save myself.

Virtual hugs to all of you reading this that understand Bella's life. So happy to hear of your success stories.

See you tomorrow!