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"Does everything seem to be well, son?" Mommy looks at me with anxious eyes as she poses the inquiry, and Dad sits beside her in the other seat. My father looked upset and irritated.

My father looks at me with a scowl, and I duck my head to escape his gaze. He looked to be scared.

Why didn’t you notify me that the bastard was on the point of murdering you before it was too late? Why did I put my trust in him, and all he did was torment and abuse you like an animal? We will treat you as if you were the only princess in the world. You are the most malleable thing in our lives, and he has just picked up the pieces. No one can undo it. I was wondering why you didn’t tell me about Aubrey. Cries stream down my cheeks as I glance at my father’s face in disbelief.

I explained, "Because I adored him."

My father slammed his fists into the table next to him, making him extra enraged.

Audrey, that is not the definition of love! " It’s completely insane! Put an end to that ridiculous marriage and get rid of that guy! " When I see my father’s face, I cry all over again.

"Please?"

But hold on a second, Aubrey! When you were a youngster, what occurred to you that surprised you? Then you asked me not to punish the family of the person who had wronged you after you were wounded and abused, and I agreed. "Can you tell me what the hell is going on in your floppy head?" My father would scream at me and look at me with a piercing gaze. I can’t stop myself from crying and covering my lips.

You will spend the night in your room! You are not going home, are you? My dad said once more, "Heal all the people who would have deliberately brought you to the United States as a child," and I just stood there crying. I’m not interested in returning to the United States. I want to stay here and put everything in my life back together that has gone wrong.

"I really don’t want to," I murmured, as my mother turned to look at me directly. My mother is furious. I shed a few tears in private. I’m not interested in what they have to say about me, so please say nothing.

"As usual, Aubrey, you’re a little stiff in the head," mom commented softly, pinching her temple, which was clearly hurt by my hardness.

Then Mama said something that made me cry even harder: "You don’t have to hold on to what you believe in all the time; it’s better for you to let go than to be harmed repeatedly." I couldn’t stop crying.

Mama, I’m sorry, but I can’t do it. "He is my life," I wailed, tears streaming down my cheeks. "He is everything to me."

The solemnity in my father’s voice conveyed his belief that "if he is in your life, you will die young from the murder he is perpetrating against you."

One thing is important to me: knowing that he cared about me, even if it was only for a split second, once or twice. Since I was with him, it’s precisely what I’ve been wishing for, and I told him at the altar that I would love him until the day I died. My only wish is that he gives me the impression that he is standing by me. He should realize the fact that I am with him and am ready to adore him completely.

Is there anything more I’m missing? What exactly do I need to do in order for him to adore me?

All I want to do is to remain at his side, adoring him till the day I die. But why am I doing this? He murders me in a slow, methodical manner. He kills me by ignoring me and treating me as if I am nothing to him and his life.

Is it true that I’m completely ineffective?

"Please, Aubrey, put an end to this ridiculous concept; we’re leaving Leion and heading to the United States," my mother implored, her cheeks brushing against mine as she spoke.

I just nodded in order to show

The Point of View of Joanna

What happened to Aubrey and Leion has left me feeling bitter, so I’m sitting in the pub. I’m Deionhale, and I think it’s the same.

If Aubrey hadn’t been in the hospital, I would have hauled her here as soon as I could.

For God’s sake, don’t do it! Aubrey is just 23 years old, whilst I am 26 years old. Yah. Although I am too old, this does not concern me. I’ve finished my doctoral studies. There is nothing I can do about it because I am too young to do anything significant. I got a head start on my studies and finished on time. Aubrey and I first met when his mother and father were celebrating their birthdays. Our parents are good friends.

I first met him when he was six years old and I was nine years old.

Time travel: I spotted a young lady in a long gown with white hair that was layered with brown hair. Then, as he turned his back on her, he fixed his sight on someone in the distance.

I walked up to him and kissed him on the mouth with my lips.

In addition, you’re just lovely!!

Pointed noses, gray eyes, and pink pouty lips are all characteristics that are endearing.

"Hello," she said, raising her hand in greeting. A man was standing beneath the tree, which I observed. While the guy and lady were a significant distance apart, the woman looked to be in a state of depression.

When I looked at Aubrey, she returned my gaze with a grin. What a sweetheart!

Are you certain? My name is Aubrey Montezur, and I’d want to introduce myself. She simply inquired and smiled at me.

She shook my hand when I introduced myself as "Joanna Kite Yuson." She isn’t as artistic as our other partygoers; she is simply straightforward and wonderful.

"Are you looking at him?" says the narrator. I reacted by directing my finger at the man who was approaching our group.

She was taken aback by this and immediately turned her back on the man she had been looking at from a distance for several minutes.

Aub? " Aubrey was taken aback by what the stranger had to say. When she realized who she was talking to, she turned to face the man, Leiondhale Guavez.

"L-leion?" Aubrey walked over to the young leion, who gave her a kind grin. She’s a year older than I am, which is a big deal. Aubrey was ten years old, and the sight of him made his cheeks blush immediately.

The flashback has ended.

My reminiscence ended when someone sat down next to the stool I was sitting on.

I didn’t look at him, but I knew that he was looking at me, as if he recognized me from somewhere.

"Hello, Miss Joanna!" says the narrator. I kissed the man who was sitting next to me as soon as I could. What gives him the impression that he knows who I am?

What is the term in its precise form?

"Do I recognize you, Mr.?" says the narrator. When I asked him, he merely sneered at me and continued.

Do you think you don’t recognize me anymore? I’m a complete jerk. " I put my stitching aside and just stared at him. I came out and said what I had to say right away.

I beg of you, Drate Sales, please kiss me! You thought I’d forgotten you were a beast! " I replied with a wicked smile on my face.

How can I forget you since you were the one who got my heart pumping in the first place?

Also, how can I ever forget about you since you and I are the only ones who have any recollection of this in our minds and hearts?

I know quite well that I’m gorgeous. Do not stare at me as if you are ready to rape me. " Shaking my head, I gave him a firm look in the direction he was going. His face is disproportionately large!

Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Sales. I have no intention of raping you and am still in the proper frame of mind. If I’m unhappy, I don’t expect to make you laugh out loud very often. I sighed and sipped the margarita that was placed in front of me.

In response to his laughter, I admonished him, saying, "So you’re going to die a virgin, eh?" He couldn’t have done it.

It’s OK, nothing to worry about. As long as you don’t end up being the one who transforms me into a nuisance! " I sighed and focused my entire concentration on him.

My most cherished heart,

Do not make any noise when Drate is present. If you’re making a lot of noise, it’s possible that he’ll notice afterwards.

I simply walked away from him and out of the pub. That man is still as annoying as he was before.

"Kite!" shouts one participant.

Drate roared, and I sat down as soon as I could.

"Yes!" I screamed when I pulled into the parking lot next to my car.

"Even when you can hear, you’re always deaf!" says the author. As he turned away from me, he said these words to me. Suddenly, there is a problem.

Someone called my phone unexpectedly, and I nodded immediately.

It’s just stunning.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hija!"