ly's

he finally pulled away. I couldn't be any less thankful for the time

y," she pointed out. I had always felt this extreme hate oozing from her but always ignored it: and the few ti

es of Caleb hitting my head with a rod multiple times with eyes glaring at me had began seething in

impossible to breathe or think properly. I immediately excused myself before rushing ou

of relief, a sense of unease crept over me,

l man standing from afar smoking. I stood there for a while, contemplating, but

ely stand it. He slowly turned to look at me and his dark brown eyes bore in

is movements slightly terrified me... "Alright. Since you know what's good f

believe you know already about the consequen

k on him and I failed to realize that he had put the cigarette out.

y skin. "Don't call me Hawthorne. We're not marr

be in a deep thought. "You don't want his name?" He asked, startling me. I swallowed, finding it difficult

with my words because this was Caleb's uncle and an enigmatic

d at him to know if he was angry, but he looked un

know," I

ut to speak, but he beat me to it. "If you can't be with him then why don't you

ead of being furious with the fact that I was going to break h

he said, tucking his hands into

ed. The pain of getting hit over and over again and seeing that one particular face that you had once viewed as your salvation. The pain of never getting to meet your first ever baby. The pain o

ide where they belonged. This was no time to cry, I had cried enough and I planned to let it

ed in breaking me. I'd make sure they pay for their disloyalty.

we were?!" Caleb scolded me, gripping my arms roughly. He looked angry, and I could'

ed enough that the first thing you could do after finally seeing me

e guests who looked curious as hell. "We can'

Forcing a smile at him, I wrapped my hand around his. "Alright babe,

on. He hit the silver spoon on the glass, heightening the people's attention im

th us, and I'd also like to appreciate your gifts, wishes, and patience. Thank you for being par

s on everything my father worked hard for before he died. His plans were finally going to be s

'Do as your heart pleases.' My heart immediately soared with a

g date is--" bu

d," someone said among the crowd. Moving my gaze

t didn't have the guts to say a word. I found it quite a

ightened my shoulders confidently as I m

date with smiles on their faces. Eventually, my gaze landed on his uncle, his n

t felt more like a reassurance that

be here. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but sadly, it's not. Therefore, the wedding will not be

as they all gasped in utter shock. They

t bothering to look at him, I turned to my dad. "Dad, I'm sorry, but I have to go now. Please help me see

him, but that would blow everything ou

lling me what to do. It was time to be in charge of my life and make them pay for what they did to me in my now past life. Ca