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My Abusive Husband Stormed into My Workplace Threatening Me, I Decided to Fight Back – Story of the Day

Roshanak Hannani
Feb 22, 2024
10:40 A.M.

A customer's timely intervention saves Martha when her abusive husband threatens her at her home studio. The kind, protective man starts to win Martha's heart when he returns the next day, but her husband won't let her go so easily.

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The door to my studio burst open so violently it made my heart leap. My husband, Joseph, stormed in, fury written all over his face, clutching his best shirt, which was now ruined with stains. He threw it on the table, causing my design sketches to scatter everywhere.

"Look at this mess!" he thundered. My home studio, usually filled with the soft hum of my sewing machine and rolls of fabric, suddenly felt too small, too exposed.

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I tried to calm him down, whispering, "Joseph, please, lower your voice. I have a customer." I glanced towards the changing room, hoping Mr. Lee hadn't heard.

"I don't care!" he snarled. "Your little brat got jam all over my shirt. What are you going to do about it?"

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A chill ran through me at that. "Joseph, what have you done to Billy?"

"I punished him," he growled, his eyes cold. He threw the shirt at me; it hit my chest before falling to the ground. "Someone has to teach him proper discipline. Now, you'd better wash my shirt!"

"Of course," I replied, clearing my throat. "But please, tell me what you've done to our son."

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"'Our son?'" Joseph sneered. "That sniveling brat is your son, Martha. He's at your mother's."

Before I could feel relief, Joseph's hand shot out, gripping my chin with a force that made me wince. He pulled me closer, lowering his voice. "I'm going to think very carefully about whether I want to continue this... arrangement."

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"You're scaring me, Joseph," I said, my words muffled.

"Good," he replied, curling his lip.

Just then, my client, Mr. Lee, emerged from the changing room and stepped right between Joseph and me. My chin was thankful.

"You need to calm down," Mr. Lee said, his voice steady and commanding.

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My husband spun around, anger flashing in his eyes. "You need to stay out of other people's private business!" he snapped.

Mr. Lee remained calm. "It stopped being your private business when you started yelling about doing things you might regret, buddy."

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"Everything's fine," Joseph said after a few seconds, offering a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "We were just playing. See you later, honey."

I felt a brief relief as I watched my husband leave, so I turned to Mr. Lee, attempting to regain some semblance of professionalism.

"I'm terribly sorry for the disturbance."

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"There's no need for apologies," he said gently. "No one should have to accept that kind of treatment."

I deflected, swallowing thickly. "We were just discussing family matters. Now, did you like the shirts?"

"The shirts are fine, Martha. Your work is excellent," Mr. Lee said. "I'm actually a family lawyer. I can help you. You and your son are in danger."

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I couldn't help the bite in my voice. "I don't need your insinuations or help."

He shook his head. "What your child needs is safety. Being around someone who frightens him isn't healthy."

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"I'm managing fine. Please leave," I interrupted, ending that conversation, but I had a feeling that Mr. Lee wouldn't stop.

***

I was right.

"Good morning, Martha," Mr. Lee greeted me the following day with a pleasant grin.

I breathed deeply and tried to keep it professional. "What are you looking for today, Mr. Lee?"

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"Please, call me Ezra. And, I was wondering about your husband," he said.

I stiffened. "I appreciate what you did, but I don't need a watchdog."

"Then, how about I buy another shirt? Maybe you can tailor it for me?" Ezra grinned wider. His request felt like an olive branch.

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As I watched Ezra move around my studio, a surprising wave of attraction hit me. The way his shirt stretched across his muscles made the room feel charged, a sensation I hadn't experienced in so long.

I tried to keep things professional, retrieving my tape measure. "You know, you have a pretty standard build. My standard sizes should fit you just fine," I said, gulping.

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Ezra chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a polite way of saying I'm average? Are you turning down my request for a tailor-fit?"

"No, of course not. I can't refuse a lawyer," I responded, flustered as a blush colored my cheeks.

I started taking his measurements again, just in case, and our closeness sparked something unfamiliar, a feeling I'd buried deep down.

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"Don't move," I warned, holding my sewing pins. "Or you might get pricked."

"Exciting," he quipped. "I've never had a piercing before."

I chuckled unexpectedly at his silly flirting. But then, we were face to face, staring into each other's eyes. The room got too small, so I took a step back. The intensity of the moment made me feel lost.

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He seized the opportunity. "If you're done pricking me, how about lunch tomorrow?"

Something about his genuine expression made me agree. "I suppose lunch wouldn't hurt," I said slowly.

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The next morning, doubts flooded my mind. My nerves were on edge as I fussed over fabric displays, lost in my mind until a noise made me snap out of my thoughts.

Ezra had arrived. His body darkened my studio door, but he was a beacon of light with his easy smile, holding takeaway and sparkling wine. His presence immediately lifted the weight off my shoulders.

"Hope I'm not too early," he said, stepping into my suddenly too-intimate studio.

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"No, you're just in time," I found myself saying, a smile breaking through my worry.

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***

Between our laughter and the last morsels of our meal, I found myself looking at Ezra differently—not merely as a friend, client, or compassionate lawyer, but as someone I could truly care for.

But this newfound serenity was violently disrupted when my husband stormed into my studio, his dark presence was the complete opposite of my new friend.

"Martha! Did you get those stains out of my shirt?" Joseph barked before taking in the atmosphere.

I was frozen, my heart sinking as Joseph's eyes landed on the sparkling wine and our finished food. Without hesitation, he lunged at Ezra, hurling him towards the door with such violence that I gasped in shock.

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Ezra stumbled outside, turning to lock eyes with me before Joseph slammed the door shut, locking me in with him.

"You think you can cheat on me?" Joseph sneered, his fist pounding against the wall. "I'll make you pay. And your son too, if I catch you at this again."

My heart raced as Joseph unleashed a barrage of insults and began to smash the furniture. I flinched and covered myself at his rage, which only stopped when a knock came at the door.

"Police! Open up!"

Joseph stared at me with fury but only for a second because the cops broke down the entrance and got inside. One officer declared, "We received a call about a domestic dispute."

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Summoning my courage, I finally said, "Please, you have to arrest him. He threatened me and plans to hurt my son."

The police moved to detain Joseph, who shouted, "You'll regret this, Martha! I won't let you get away with this!"

"I'm leaving you, Joseph. Don't ever come back here," I declared a newfound resolve in my voice.

Ezra stood in the doorway as they hauled my husband away. His presence soothed my frayed nerves, and without a word, I embraced him tightly.

"Thank you for calling the police," I whispered.

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Ezra wrapped his arms around me. "I had to make sure you were safe," he said, easing everything with just those words.

And my new life started right then.

***

Ezra's presence became a comforting constant, his humor and kindness weaving a new pattern into my existence. Yet, I got concerned when someone called "Dorothy" started calling him constantly. He would rush away when this happened.

Despite my uncertainties, I decided to invite Ezra to meet Billy one evening, hoping to bridge the gap between my doubts and our growing closeness. But his last-minute cancellation and the unanswered texts that followed deepened my fears of his reluctance to embrace my life as a mother.

Feeling foolish after his no-show, I tended to the garden when a scream from inside the house shattered the calm. It was Billy. Dropping everything, I rushed towards the sound, stopping briefly at the gun safe in the sitting room.

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Joseph's sinister sneer cut through the air as I reached Billy's room. "I told you that you'd regret having me arrested," he seethed.

My heart froze, seeing my son in my husband's grasp, his little legs kicking futilely. Billy's eyes were full of moisture and panic. But I reassured him with one look, and suddenly, my boy was braver than anyone in that room.

A well-aimed kick from Billy caught Joseph by surprise, and he let my son go.

"Billy, go lock yourself in my closet," I instructed, pushing him toward safety as Joseph struggled to recover.

"Get out of my house! I told you to stay away," I demanded and raised my gun.

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My husband laughed at me and stepped closer. "Or what, Martha? You're going to shoot me?" he challenged.

"I want you out of my home. We're done. I never want to see you again," I declared. Despite my shaky voice, I knew my hands were steady.

Joseph lunged at me suddenly, his hands reaching for my throat. In that split-second, driven by sheer instinct and the need to protect my son, I pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed, a stark, terrifying sound that seemed to freeze time.

***

Under the cover of night, I found myself in the neighborhood park, planting flowering shrubs over a freshly dug patch of earth. Despite the darkness and my exhaustion, I worked methodically, ensuring that no trace was left visible.

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Returning home, I prepared for one last act—to erase any evidence of the night's events. Into the fire pit went the clothes I'd worn, the rug from Billy's room, and a stained sheet, all doused in gasoline.

Watching them burn, I let the flames consume not just the physical remnants of tonight but also the fear and pain Joseph had brought into our lives.

Tears flowed freely as I stood alone in my backyard, watching the fire. This wasn't just about erasing evidence; it was a ritual of letting go, a necessary step toward healing and moving forward, however uncertain the future might be.

***

Three days of silence from Ezra stretched endlessly. As I lost myself in the rhythm of my sewing machine that late afternoon, the soft jingle of the shop door pulled me back to reality.

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A young girl, about thirteen, entered. "I'm here to pick up an order," she said in a chirpy voice.

I scanned the order slip she handed me and retrieved Ezra's tailored shirt from the collection rack. Before I could ask her anything, Ezra himself walked in, brightening the dim studio with his presence.

"Dorothy, did you get the shirt?" he called out, linking the girl to him and stitching together the pieces of the puzzle I hadn't even realized were missing. Dorothy was his child!

He approached me with a kiss on the cheek and handed me a bouquet. "I thought we could use a nice dinner," he said, showing me the groceries.

"Where have you been?" I croaked.

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Ezra's expression softened as he shared the chaos of the past few days—rushing to pick up his daughter, Dorothy, his dead phone, and an unintended detour.

"I'm sorry, Martha. I should've found a way to contact you," he apologized. "Did Joseph show up again?"

The mention of Joseph tightened my chest, but I changed the subject quickly. "You disappear for three days, and now you just show up as if nothing happened? And you never thought to mention you had a daughter?"

Ezra reached for my hand. "Martha... it just never came up. I didn't mean to keep her a secret," he explained, grinning that disarming smile. "I thought you would understand... as a fellow parent."

I melted at his smile and those words. He was right, but before I could say he was forgiven, he got something out of a grocery bag – a ring box. My jaw dropped as he went down on one knee.

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"Martha, I love you. Will you marry me?" Ezra asked. He saw my concerned expression and added, "Don't worry. I'll help you with the divorce."

I gulped. "Actually...that won't be much of a problem anymore."

If we wanted to start a life together, I had to tell him the truth. I could only hope that he would understand what I did and why.

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