My Villainous husband loves me

I remember the day I died. There was nothing remarkable about it. Just a cold day, in an enclosed space with an angry husband driven by mindless hatred, and I ended up with a broken neck
I lived an unremarkable life. Just a daughter of a dead Baron and a loving, doting wife of an ice-cold husband... if I had another chance, I would make better choices. I would divorce my heartless husband. If only...

I thought it was the end, that I would drift off into the dark, never to be heard of again. But then, something strange happened. I appeared in front of the heavenly bodies - three towering figures with piercing gazes, their presence both captivating and intimidating - with them was a second Chance.
I was sent back ten years into the past and I was handed a national lottery - a chance to pick a better husband but there is a catch.
"You will not remember your husband's face or name, Abigail," the central being said. "But you will remember the pain he inflicted upon you."

So, here I am... trying my best not to give my villainous husband a second chance

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Excerpt

I opened my eyes and at first, it was like looking through a wet glass but then everything became clear.
“Drink this, it will help”
I took a sip.
It felt so good. With my thirst quenched I decided to focus on the more prominent problem in front of me - the fact that I was bound with bronze cuffs!
“What is going on?”
“Hold still Miss Spencer, the nausea will pass, it's just a symptom of the horse tranquilizer you were dosed with”
“I am not a horse, why would someone doze me…Abbott!”
My eyes flew open and my last memory came flooding back.
Abbott did this.
I looked around but I couldn't see much.
Then fear crept in like a thief.
Where were they taking me?
I tried to jump out of the open carriage door. Better broken bones than a still lifeless heart. I almost succeeded but he was faster, he grabbed me and he latched on.
“Let me go!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but he didn't.
“Are you hurt, Milady?” he asked me
I am sorry, what?
Why was he concerned about my welfare if he was going to slaughter me?
“No” I answered slowly
“Jumping out of a moving carriage is dangerous and…” he followed my eyes and it rested on the part of my forearm his hands were currently holding. He tilted his head to the left and exhaled.
“I need your word that if I let go of you, you won’t try to jump out…”
I blinked. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Kill you?” he looked confused.
Was my punishment something more awful than death?
“Yes, kill me…slaughter me…chop off my head!” I asked loudly.
“No. calm your heel, Miss Spencer…this is just a kidnapping not an execution”


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