Can you still love the devil

Her eyes were red and puffy by the time an hour or more had passed. She was grateful for the peace actually, though she should check on the children. She had no energy to get up from her crumpled place in the bed. She didn't know if she wanted to get up again. Her husband was going to lay with another woman smaller than even her and deny her any further chance of raising her own children.

How far would he take it? How far would she? Would she ever be pregnant again? A terrible thought entered her head but she shook it. No, she was above such things. Another terrible thought entered her head and it made her pause a little longer before she shook her head. That was a worse answer. This was not a problem she could fucking fix. Her bastard husband was practicing his monstrous side and the only one surprised about it was her.

She had not left the den. She lay in the bed facing the doorway.
When he came in she shifted her face away from him. Less a blazing bonfire of anger and more a puddle of grief. She hadn't the wherewithal to pick up after herself. The den was a shameful tornado of a mess from the absolute bombshell she had wrought upon the place.