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Pain became my companion; grief was my nightmare and guilt turned out to be my soulmate.
“Oh right, I forgot to give you this.” He fished something out of his pocket and then carelessly threw it my way. It skidded on the shiny floor, a few feet away from my wheelchair. “Your ring,” Killian said coldly, his voice dripping with venom. “Wear it. Happy engagement to us.”
His retaliation. My atonement. One imperfect marriage.
A wedding is supposed to be a joyous occasion, a day to be celebrated, where two souls come together. Joined in holy matrimony. Bonded by vows – to love and to cherish.
After the death of Gracelynn, I had done everything my father had asked me to do. I was the perfect daughter and my father’s casualty in his race for more power.
“Killian Spencer, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony–” “I vow to spend the rest of my life making you regret what you did to Gracelynn.” “… To love her, to honor her, to comfort her, to cherish her…” “To hurt you, to break you… and to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender; I vow to be the villain in your story.” “… And to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
“In health and in sickness, through sorrow and pain, for all the days in my life, I will be your worst nightmare.”
vow to spend the rest of my life making you regret what you did to Gracelynn. To hurt you, to break you… and to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender; I vow to be the villain in your story.” “In health and in sickness, through sorrow and pain, for all the days in my life, I will be your worst nightmare.” “Till death do us part…”
“Let me go,” she screamed, clawing at my face. “You’re hurting me, you monster. Let me go!” “Shut the fuck up!” I roared, gripping her jaw before I slammed my mouth over hers, silencing her screams and swallowing down her cries. Right over the fucking veil. Julianna gasped and went completely rigid in my arms.
My shoulders tensed when I approached them and heard Julianna’s soft giggle. What was so fucking amusing? I didn’t know Gabriel was a goddamn comedian.
“Does foreplay include me strangling you because I’m very tempted.” “I might be into choking, who knows.” I stumbled, almost stepping on her foot and let out a curse under my breath. Julianna released a soft giggle. “Did you just stutter?”
distracted me. I opened my hand, utterly mesmerized by the sight of blood staining my palm. It hurt.
But I liked the pain. I needed it. It called to me. Pain soothed me and I submerged myself in it.
Tragedy ran through our blood and our love story was just a mere wilted rose. Our beginning was tainted with lies. Our ending was stained by my deception. But it was the wailing of our broken hearts that tormented me.
The numbness of her loss had passed. When the pain finally hit me, the reality of this finally crashing through me – the agony had me doubling over, my body racking with wretched sobs. I roared, my own pain muffled by the storm raging above me, until my throat became parched. Until there was nothing but raw emptiness nibbling at my skin, digging itself under my
Lost in the sea of confusion, I surrendered to the numbness nibbling at my flesh.
My heart thudded wildly as I ran toward the trees. My legs ate the distance quickly, but the woods were much farther than what they appeared to be.
I dismounted in a hurry, slipping onto the wet dirt and lunging toward Julianna. I rushed forward and dropped to my knees beside her. I gathered her in my arms, my lungs clenching so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe.
I burn in your presence. I ache in your absence. I want to see you, one last time. Before I go… Before I fade… Please come back.
I wanted a different story. Not another tragic tale… I didn’t want a half-written story. I wanted the complete ending. With my newfound conviction, I got ready for the battle of my life.
He would thrash and scream out my name. Every time Killian woke up from one of those nightmares, he would cling to me, burying his face into my throat as he gasped for air.
“You can’t have guavas for dinner, Julianna. Dessert and as a treat, yes. Not dinner.” I rolled my eyes. “Says who.” “Says me.” “Bossy much.” His hand tightened around my hips. “You like me bossy.” Oh yeah, I definitely did.
Julianna was ten days past her due date and we had been impatiently waiting for the arrival of our first child. But it appeared that our son was in no hurry to leave his mother’s womb just yet. “He’s already like you. Stubborn and doing things his way,” Julianna had said to me the night before. Well, if my son was anything like me, Julianna was in for a ride. Though I didn’t
My wife let out a choked sob, laughing through her tears. “Look at you, my sweet little angel,” she whispered. “So strong and stubborn like your daddy. What am I going to do with the two of you?” My shoulders shook with silent laughter. “You promised me four more babies.” Julianna leveled me with a glare. “Two.” “Four,” I shot back. Her lips pursed. “Three.” “Deal.”
