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⚠⚠⚠🔞🔞🔞I thought signing the divorce papers would be the hardest part, but little did I know that what awaited me at home... 📜💔 #LifeChangingMoments #BraveDecisions #divorce #abuse #billionaire #brokenlove #lovefallsapart #domesticviolence #voiolence#beating #divorceromance #divorcebook #divorcenovel #trauma #strongfemalelead #womaninjeopardy🔥🔥🔥<br /> ------<br /> &quot;Excuse me, Miss Adams?&quot; The clerk asked from the opposite side of the counter.<br /> &quot;Huh?&quot; I responded, looking dazed standing there. I was not paying much attention to what was going on, even though she was ready for my cooperation.<br /> &quot;Here, ma&#039;am,&quot; she said, looking at me with an irritated expression as to my being spaced out. &quot;I need you to sign here, on the bottom line on this page where it reads &#039;Signature&#039;, then be sure to sign the next page as well.&quot;<br /> I looked at the document she pushed toward me, noticing she had already signed it under &#039;County Court Clerk&#039;. I reached out and took the pen she held out for me to take before I scribbled my name on the signature line of the first page. Then I proceeded to sign the second page. In this moment, I realized that was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I had hoped that by doing this, it would make a difference in my life for once.<br /> When I was finished, I placed the pen down on all the papers before me and slid them back across the counter. She took the small stack of papers, adding a few more before stapling it all together, stamping the back page of each copy, and then handing me back both sets.<br /> &quot;Here you go,&quot; she said next, handing them over. &quot;The next step will be for this to get signed by the judge. Then it will be official as long as there is no one to contest it. The whole process should be done in about 3 to 4 months at best. But if there are any issues, then it may take longer for your divorce to be completed. Do you want him to be served?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yes I would like that,&quot; I said timidly as I was quite nervous about my decision to do this legally. &quot;Ummm, where do I go to? To get a protective order?&quot;<br /> &quot;That will be just down the hall in Suite C,&quot; she said sternly. As I looked down at the papers I held delicately in my hands, I had an instant feeling of regret. When I turned away from her, she said something, catching my attention once more as she said, &quot;However, I do believe they are out for lunch, small town after all. Do you think you will be able to wait?&quot;<br /> &quot;No, I am afraid I really must be getting back home,&quot; I said, knowing he should be there by now.<br /> &quot;They will be there in about 45 minutes to an hour if you happen to change your mind,&quot; she said, turning to walk away from me.<br /> I left feeling guilty as I walked out of the clerk&#039;s office holding the 2 small stapled bundles of papers in my hands. For some strange reason, I thought everyone was looking at me, so I kept my eyes glued to the floor, making my way outside. I was very self-conscious at that point, so I hurried back home. I thought about what I was going to say when the time came. And, when I could get away to apply for the protective order next.<br /> Time seemed to pass like nothing when I finally pulled into my driveway. I looked around before opening the door. All seemed quiet around the house. Was he even here? I got out, slowly. He was nowhere to be seen. I walked inside, still listening intently for the slightest sound. Was he even here?<br /> However, when I walked into the living room from the kitchen, everything changed. Out of nowhere, came a fist flying toward my face, punching me square in the mouth. I screamed out in pain as I closed my eyes. I felt a hand firmly wrap around my neck, while my back was slammed up against the wall.<br /> &quot;What do you think you are doing?!&quot; Shane yelled at me. I gasped for air, trying to respond to him.<br /> &quot;What are you talking about?&quot; I managed to ask.<br /> That infuriated him, and he wrapped a second hand around my throat, squeezing tighter. I instinctively placed my hands on his wrists, trying to get him to let go.<br /> &quot;I am talking about you being at the courthouse today, Kelly Anne! You were filing for divorce! What makes you think you are going to get rid of me??!&quot; He harped at me sharply.<br /> &quot;What?!&quot; I asked him, shocked by his words. Who saw me? No, better yet, who could have told him?! I had only just left there and went straight home. He strangely loosened his grip slightly as I whispered. &quot;I don&#039;t understand.&quot;<br /> &quot;How can you not understand?&quot; He scoffed, looking at me aggressively with an evil look in his eye. &quot;You&#039;re telling me, you didn&#039;t see Nadine?! She was there paying one of my fines. She looked right at you. She saw and heard everything you said.&quot; He turned slightly away before glaring again. &quot;Oh yeah. You want me to be served by a deputy?! You know I have outstanding warrants. Were you planning on them picking me up at that time too?&quot;<br /> He finally let go of my throat, and grabbed both of my shoulders while raising his knee, before he thrust it in my stomach. I gasped for air as I landed on the floor, hard! He then reared his foot back, kicking me in the chest. I thought he split my sternum in two with the force of that blow. He wore steel-toed boots too. I coughed violently, wrapping my arms around my chest, and curling into a ball. He suddenly knelt before me, scowling while reaching for my right arm. I kept coughing as he snickered at me,<br /> &quot;I will make it to where you&#039;re not able to sign your name unless I do it for you.&quot;<br /> He twisted my arm, trying to give it an Indian burn. But! He used such a grip, twisting each hand in the opposite direction at such a speed that he broke my arm! I screamed out with all my might. You would have thought he dropped a 10-ton beam on my arm. I was in so much pain I was sure the neighbors could hear me if they were paying attention.<br /> All of a sudden, Nadine rushed into the living room, screeching, &quot;The cops are coming!&quot;<br /> &quot;What!?&quot; He yelled, standing to his feet while turning to face her. &quot;How is that possible?&quot;<br /> &quot;I stayed there after she left, overhearing them run your name through the system,&quot; his sister said, glaring hatefully at me. &quot;They ended up calling in a deputy. They said you had warrants for forced entry, assault and battery, and domestic abuse.&quot;<br /> He paced while I cradled my broken arm, trying to protect it, when he turned around to face me after hearing this news. In the distance, we could all hear the sound of sirens getting closer. She left the front door open when she rushed inside. He walked over to me, adding, &quot;If I&#039;m going to go, then I should go out in style!&quot;<br /> He moved his leg back about to kick me. I thought he was going to kick me in the stomach again, but I was so wrong. He ended up kicking me in the face, breaking my nose. Any harder and he could have killed me. I was dazed, my vision going in and out. I could hear the sounds of shouting while everything around me was fuzzy. Come to find out, Nadine left the door wide open. When the deputies approached the door, they could see me lying there on the floor, bleeding all over.<br /> &quot;Freeze!&quot; I heard someone shout as my vision started to fade to black. What&#039;s going to happen now?<br /> <br /> Kelly Anne&#039;s POV:<br /> I am not exactly sure how much time had passed up to this point as I could tell I was starting to wake up again. Where am I, I thought to myself as I tried to feel all that was around me. Was I still at home lying there on the hardwood floor? No, that can&#039;t be right. The last thing I remember is I was curled up in a ball. Now, I am lying on my back on something soft. I found I could stretch myself out. Oh, that was a mistake. I started to hurt all over.<br /> What happened to me since I blacked out? Or better yet, where was Shane located?! It was at the point where I noticed a beeping sound. The sudden thought of where my soon-to-be ex was, was about all that I could take. At that point, I heard the beeping speed up with the intensity of my thoughts. It was like I was hit with the feeling of being taken over by a tidal wave as fear swept over me! No, it more consumed me entirely at that moment. I tried not to panic.<br /> I was in pain, a lot of pain, and could barely move. I then decided I should try to open my eyes. Maybe I could peer at what was around me. Then, maybe, I would have a clue as to where I was. If I could even do that considering what I could remember before I blacked out. Trying to open my eyes was a task like none other. It was like my eyelids each weighed more than a ton. Was my nose broken so badly that it caused this as a side effect?<br /> I was a certified nurse, so I knew what broken noses looked like after the fact. I would most likely have a set of black eyes to go along with the swollen bulb in the center of my face. The beeping sound was steady as it was still beating at a fast pace. I peeked at everything, trying to focus with blurry vision as the light was way brighter than I thought it should be. Suddenly, I heard a door slide open, causing me to jump in place. Who is this? Are they going to hurt me?!<br /> &quot;Easy there,&quot; I heard a sweet, feminine voice announce. &quot;You had quite an adventure before you got here, let&#039;s not make it worse now!&quot;<br /> &quot;I, can&#039;t see,&quot; I tried to say before I realized that was a huge mistake. I should not have tried to say anything as I started coughing so hard my chest hurt all over again, as if Shane kicked me once more.<br /> &quot;Here, I will turn down the lights for you,&quot; she mentioned. Suddenly, the lights in the room went out as she walked back over to me. With a small flashlight in her hand, she shined it in my eyes as she tried to hold each open. &quot;If it hurts to talk, then you can try to whisper,&quot; she said in a soft tone. &quot;I am Doctor Patricia Miller. You were brought in late yesterday evening with numerous injuries. Do you recall anything about what happened?&quot;<br /> I nodded my head this time as I did not want to cough like that again if I said anything, even if I tried to whisper. Coughing like that made it very hard for me to breathe. &quot;From your ID, I had the nurses check and found that you work in the field of nursing. So you might understand when I tell you this. You have a long road to recovery, my dear.&quot; I nodded once more as I tried to turn my head to the side, finding it extremely difficult to do even that, wincing in extreme pain.<br /> &quot;Here,&quot; she said as she placed a button attached to a cord in my hand. &quot;Press this when you need pain meds. You are on a morphine drip and can get this 3 times in one hour. I am going to let you rest and be back in a few hours to check on you. Is there anything you need in the meantime?&quot; I barely shook my head no, before she said, &quot;Alright, then I will be back. If you need anything, the nurse&#039;s button is on the side of the bed here.&quot;<br /> She then moved my hand to let me feel where the button was, as I could not see all that well. &quot;Get some rest, Miss Adams. I will be back here shortly.&quot; With that statement, she left the room. I could hear the door slide open and close once more as her footsteps receded down the hall.<br /> What is going to happen to me now!? My vision was still quite blurry. My face felt like it had been stepped on by a draft horse. My stomach, on the other hand, I thought I had been run over by a bus after it peeled out atop my mid-section, and my right arm! That was a whole other story altogether. I could not move it much at all as it lay limp across my abdomen. I hurt all over. I was even scared to look at myself undressed in the mirror, not that I could.<br /> I tried to think about something, anything till I lost consciousness. While I passed out, I didn&#039;t dream much at all. I was just surrounded by the black aura like I was trapped inside my mind. Especially whenever I was with Shane. No matter what I did, he never let me do anything without overshadowing me. No wonder I felt like I was surrounded by a large black cloud all the time. If he was picking me up when I got off work. If I didn&#039;t walk out after 5 minutes, he would blow up my phone. Talk about controlling.<br /> Soon, I started to wake up when I heard the door slide open again. This time, when I opened up my eyes, I found I could see better, but could only open my eyes as if I was peeking out of them instead of squinting. I figured it was expected as my eyes were probably still pretty swollen. I had yet to look in a mirror, so I could only assume what my face looked like, let alone the rest of me at that point.<br /> &quot;How are you feeling?&quot; I heard Dr. Miller ask me this time as she checked on the machines beside me.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m okay, I guess,&quot; I whispered. To my surprise, I was pleased I could do that much.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m glad to hear you speak, even if a little,&quot; she proclaimed, using her flashlight again on my sensitive eyes. &quot;Your eyes look better as the swelling has gone down some. Can you see me this time? They were pretty swollen before.&quot;<br /> &quot;When can I get out of here?&quot; I asked her suddenly, fearful that if I stayed, someone was going to show up and hurt me. If Shane didn&#039;t do it himself, he knew a handful of people who would, with no question, just for grins and giggles.<br /> &quot;Well, since you are certified, I know you know how to take care of yourself. For anyone else, I would say they would have to stay a few more days. Do you know someone who could come get you?&quot; She asked me cautiously. I nodded.<br /> &quot;Well, then, I&#039;ll start your discharge papers. I urge you to have someone care for you. You are in pretty rough shape,&quot; she added, placing her hand on top of my left. I nodded, understanding what I was asking. I just didn&#039;t want to stay here and become another victim to violence. I needed to get home, if at all possible.<br /> Kelly Anne&#039;s POV:<br /> It did not take her all that long before she left and came back with a set of papers. She was also followed by a nurse who brought me an arm brace and a set of crutches. Although, I&#039;m not sure how I was going to manage to use them both. I guess I could go with one at least. That&#039;s better than not having one at all. The nurse leaned the crutches against the end of the bed before walking around the other side of me. Suddenly, the bed started to sit me up. That was the last thing I wanted. I was stiff from lying slightly elevated to now being forced to bend at my hips that didn&#039;t want to move. I felt like I&#039;d been run over by a Mack truck.<br /> &quot;I know this hurts, but you need to move some, or you could have worse issues later,&quot; the nurse said softly.<br /> I turned my head toward the doctor, who started to unhook my leads. I made sure to bite my tongue as I did not want them to think I was in as much pain as I was feeling. Otherwise, she might have been compelled to have me stay longer, against my better judgment of getting the heck out of there. If I knew Nadine, she could have found out where I was, before sending someone up here to &#039;check&#039; on me.<br /> That is when I knew things could get considerably worse from that point on. If they found me stuck in a bed like this, hooked up to a variety of machines?! She knew enough about needles and how to use them. She could get one, or even bring one up here herself if she were the one to show up. All it would take was one small bubble in the IV line to cause me serious trouble. Then her brother would be released on account that the &#039;lead witness&#039; died at the hands of negligence in the hospital. It happens all the time, so who would be the wiser?<br /> &quot;Alrighty, Miss Adams. You are unhooked and ready to go. The nurse here will get you wheeled out after you make contact with someone to come get you. Don&#039;t forget to elevate your arm,&quot; she forcefully suggested, scowling at me politely, I think. It was hard to tell what look she gave me as I could only really focus on the sound of her voice. Everything was still pretty blurry, even though I could open my eyes halfway. I wasn&#039;t going to tell her that.<br /> I nodded at her, then whispered, &quot;I will. Thanks again.&quot;<br /> I thought using fewer words would be better. Just then, the nurse still in the room handed me my phone for the first time and walked out of the room. I bet she was heading for a wheelchair and gave me a few moments alone to make a call.<br /> I looked at my phone, turning it back on. At least they turned it off to conserve the battery. No telling how many missed calls I would have. It&#039;s not like I had a caring family that would want to help me out if anything bad happened. Oh, wait, it already did.<br /> When the phone&#039;s screen lit up, I could not believe what I could see on the now broken screen. I guess Shane got upset and broke my phone too. At least I had it with me. But, the thing that shocked me the most was I didn&#039;t have even a single, missed, call. Well, maybe I could send a message to his mother, the one who would at least respond to me.<br /> I sent &#039;I need a ride home&#039;. It took her all about 30 seconds before she responded. &#039;I am busy right now. You will have to find your own ride. Try Shane.&#039; I got chills that ran down my spine as I read her message. Did she not know? Or was she just messing with me?!<br /> I put my phone away when the nurse came back in asking, &quot;Did you get a hold of someone?&quot; I nodded. I was glad she didn&#039;t ask if I managed to secure a ride. &quot;Well then, let&#039;s get you ready to go.&quot; She walked over with the wheelchair and parked it beside the bed. She then helped me get dressed. Since my clothes were covered in blood and I did not have a change of clothes with me, she let me leave in an extra pair of scrubs. &quot;I know this won&#039;t be as soft as wearing your own clothes, but at least you won&#039;t have to worry about the gown popping open, and therefore, exposing your better side.&quot; I tried not to laugh as I hurt already.<br /> Finally, we were all ready to go. My arm was in the brace that went around my neck. Might I add my neck didn&#039;t like having to handle the weight, but I would make due. I held the crutches on a foot peg while the papers we stuffed in my purse that managed to be in the room with me.<br /> When she got to the curb, she parked the wheelchair and walked around to stand beside me, asking, &quot;Is your ride almost here?&quot; I nodded, not knowing what to say.<br /> Suddenly, a car showed up and they shouted for a nurse. She rushed over to help them get that patient inside. I was thankful not to have a watchful eye on my shoulder making sure I got into someone&#039;s car. After she was out of sight, I tried to roll myself away from the entrance, so I could attempt to stand and walk.<br /> When I was far enough away, I used all the strength I could muster and stood up to my feet. That effort took the wind out of me, for sure! I had both of the crutches on my left arm with my purse hanging on my wrist. I started to move toward the curb, so I could leave this place. It&#039;s now or never. I placed the crutches down on the road and took a step. I missed! I fell crashing into the concrete.<br /> That made my pain worse as I rolled on my back. Is that a vehicle approaching?! Oh great, Nadine was early! I tried to prepare to be run over as the vehicle sped up, going faster now. I closed my eyes, wincing, preparing for the impact.<br /> &quot;Are you alright?!&quot; I heard someone say.<br /> Talk about hearing the sexiest voice one could ever hear. It was deep, husky, and even had a sharp accent to it. When I opened my eyes, as much as I could, a blurry figure hovered over me. It&#039;s not Nadine! I took in a sigh of relief, and with it, I got a strong whiff of scented cologne. It was woodsy, with just a hint of sandalwood in there too. I laid my head back as I was taken over by this new, romantic scent. My head didn&#039;t touch the ground as he moved his arm around to support my neck.<br /> &quot;Devon, get the door,&quot; I heard him say sharply, almost hurried. &quot;We&#039;re taking her with us!&quot;<br /> He&#039;s taking me where now?! I was confused as he lifted me off the ground. I was so sore from falling that I winced upon going weightless, crying out in pain. &quot;Gentle,&quot; he said softly, his voice husky and protective. &quot;I&#039;ll take care of you, you can be sure of that.&quot;<br /> I whispered, &quot;You hardly know me.&quot;<br /> &quot;You were almost hit by my vehicle. That makes it my personal business to get to know you. Even if I have to mend your wounds myself.&quot;<br /> &quot;Who are you?&quot;<br /> &quot;My name is Jasper McGregor.&quot;

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