After Darcy had left her, Elizabeth Bennet took a moment to compose herself, her body aching from his latest outburst. She dressed quickly, her hands trembling as she fastened her clothes. The pain was unbearable, but it was the emotional torment that cut the deepest.
With a forced smile, she asked, "Now, Mr. Darcy, may I know what you would like for breakfast?" Despite the agony etched on her face, she tried to maintain a facade of strength. Darcy, however, could not stand the sight of her feigning bravery through her pain. He knew she despised him, yet she was still under his control. The thought of her submission only fueled his anger further.
Without a word, Darcys temper flared, and he approached her with determination in his step. Elizabeths heart raced as she backed away, but she was soon trapped against the wall, Darcys presence overwhelming her.
"You know what you deserve!" he growled, his words dripping with venom. In that moment, Elizabeth felt a surge of defiance. "What do you want from me?" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Do you want me to say that I deserve this pain, that I should have died instead?"
Darcys response was cold, his eyes filled with loathing. "You think death would be so easy? You will live to suffer, Elizabeth." He released her with a scornful look and ordered her to fetch him a set of clothes.
She complied, wrapping a towel around herself, her expression blank, the emotions within her long since worn away by his constant barrage of cruelty.
As Darcy prepared to leave, he warned her, "Do not let me find out you have any contact with him!" He had made it clear from the beginning of their marriage that she was to sever all ties with her friends. His possessiveness knew no bounds.
"Darcy!" Elizabeths voice was urgent as she looked at him, her eyes filled with fear. "That person was just taking me to the hospital to check my wound. I dont know him." She lied, knowing that Darcys influence could destroy Logan if he wished.
Darcy scoffed, his fingers digging into her chin. "Look at you, always so alluring. Even after causing an accident, someone would take you to a doctor." His words were laced with sarcasm, but his eyes lingered on the redness on her forehead.
"Perhaps hes just kind," Elizabeth replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Darcys grip on her chin tightened, and he sneered, "If it werent for the disgust I feel when Im with you, your face would have been ruined by now."
Elizabeth said nothing more, closing her eyes to the man before her. Just as Darcy was about to speak again, his phone rang. He released her chin and answered the call, his voice softening significantly as he spoke to his grandfather.
While Darcy was on the phone, Elizabeth quickly took some contraceptives from the bedside table. Darcy never cared about protection, and he had made it clear that he would not allow her to bear his child. She had learned to always be prepared, keeping pills in her bag and by her bedside.
"Tonight, dress presentably. We are going to the family home for dinner," Darcy informed her, his voice still cold. Elizabeth nodded, her mind drifting to a similar dinner at the family home years ago, but with Jane instead of her. The word ours had been enough to show the closeness and affection between Darcy and Jane, something Elizabeth would never experience.
With that, Darcy left without a backward glance, the door slamming behind him. The dinners at the family home were a torment for him, having to pretend affection for Elizabeth in front of his grandfather. Each visit was a reminder of the love he had lost and the life he now despised.