My Husband Brought a Bat on Our Honeymoon—He Forgot I Trained Marines
My Husband Brought a Bat on Our Honeymoon—He Forgot I Trained Marines
The moment our honeymoon cruise left Florida, my husband locked the cabin door and cornered me with an aluminum baseball bat.
“This is how my dad kept my mom in line,” Gregory said with a grin.
I didn’t scream.
I simply cracked my knuckles.
Gregory had forgotten one important detail about the woman he had married: before the designer heels, manicures, and corporate career, I had served four years in the United States Marine Corps as a hand-to-hand combat instructor.
When I left the military, I promised myself that part of my life was over. I wanted peace, stability, and an ordinary marriage.
Then I met Gregory Hartman.
He was successful, charming, and attentive. For an entire year, he made me believe I was the center of his world.
That illusion ended when the lock clicked behind us in our honeymoon suite.
Outside the balcony windows, the Florida coastline slowly disappeared. Gregory opened his expensive leather suitcase and pulled out an old aluminum bat.
“What is that?” I asked.
“My father gave it to me before the wedding,” he replied calmly. “He taught me that a husband has to establish control from the beginning.”
He stepped closer.
“You’ve always had a strong personality, Ashlynn. But now you need to learn your place.”
Gregory expected to see fear.
Instead, my breathing steadied and my heartbeat slowed. I stopped looking at him as my husband and began measuring the distance between us, the weakness in his stance, and the opening beneath his raised arm.
I shifted onto the balls of my feet and settled into a familiar defensive position.
His smile faded.
“You think you’re tough?” he growled.
Then he charged.
The bat sliced toward my ribs in a brutal horizontal swing. I stepped outside its path, trapped his extended arm, and used his momentum against him.
One turn of my hips.
One precise movement.
Suddenly, the bat was in my hands.
Gregory stumbled backward and stared at me in disbelief.
The terrified wife he expected was gone.
Standing before him was the Marine instructor I had promised never to become again.
I lowered the bat and looked him directly in the eyes.
“You should have read my entire résumé before marrying me.”
At that moment, the color drained from Gregory’s face.
But before I could unlock the cabin door, someone knocked from the hallway.
Then a familiar male voice called through the door:
“Gregory, is it done?”
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I recognized that voice.
It belonged to his father.
