She had been convinced .
And purgatory began again.
The act itself was choreographed down to the angle of her jaw, the catch in her throat. Every gasp was a negotiation. Every sigh, a surrender rewritten as liberation. Her husband watched from the corner, arms crossed, nodding—not with arousal, but with the quiet satisfaction of an author seeing a difficult chapter finally take shape. PurgToryX - Jaye Summers - My Husband Convinced...