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“Why don’t you want me to?” he asks in confusion. Because I feel bad about kicking you out of your own house. Papers mean nothing to me and even if they stipulate that I’m now the owner, I don’t care. “Because eyes will be on us. People will get suspicious upon seeing us not living together after I got kidnapped and raped. It may make you seem bad, I definitely don’t want that to happen,” I explain to him. And I’m scared and you make me feel safe and I don’t know what I’m going to do after we sign the divorce papers, but I’m incredibly hurt and I cannot look past what you’ve done. That’s what I want to tell him, but I can’t do that. He stares at me for a moment, then nods. I’m holding a sigh of relief inside of me that I wish I can let out. “What about your parents and Henry? What are you going to do with them?” he asks me. “I don’t want to talk to them. I want them to forget me. I don’t want anything to do with them.” Do I mea

For the past thirty-two days, everything has been working in my favour. Walter was sentenced to twenty years and Alice was sentenced to ten years. Everybody was there at the court hearing and despite the fact that I didn't say a word to any of them, they didn't leave my side. I almost got swallowed in the sea of reporters, but Henry managed to take me away from them. He spent fifteen minutes or more calming me down. I hate myself for pushing them away, but I'm still hurt. My therapist told me that this is normal because I faced too many shocks in a short period of time. Still, guilt is eating me alive. I can’t believe that my wedding anniversary was a few days ago, yet I did nothing to celebrate it. If the circumstances had been different, I’m sure Nathan would have prepared a huge surprise for me and I would have done the same too. I look at myself in the mirror and make sure I look as normal as possible. I don't want my appearance to scream rich. I'

“Linnea, Henry is really sorry and he regrets everything he has said to you. He’s just scared of your reaction. That’s why he hasn’t called you,” Zoey says, looking at me. I’m currently hanging out with Thalia and Zoey at Thalia’s place. Henry broke the news about my vacation then my moving to the UK to my parents and Zoey. He told his fiancee about what he had said to me and I’m not really sure what he expects me to do or say. “He wouldn’t have said what he said if he didn’t mean at least a part of it and I can assure you that all parts are equally painful,” I tell her, playing with the edge of the cushion I’m holding. “Maybe he was frustrated. Henry has never been ghosted by you and this is taking its toll on him,” Thalia tries to lighten the intensity of what he said to me. “And… we’re supposed to be getting married after a while and he told me before it’s so hard on him to not have you involved in all of the planning. He has always imagined doing

I have been here for ten days, yet I have barely left my suite. I’m in California, a city that never sleeps; however, I’m locking myself in my room because there’s nothing I feel like doing. There's this numbness inside of me that I can't seem to get rid of most of the time. The few occasions it leaves me it gets replaced by a heavy pain that makes me cry my eyes out. There are tons of things that can be done in this huge city, yet nothing is sparking my interest. Hell, I’m even eating most of my meals here. This is extremely unhealthy. Despite how down I'm feeling, I force myself out of bed and decide to head to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. Maybe I can take a walk around afterwards. I need to freshen up. I have been having online sessions with my therapist and she's concerned about my mental well-being. She thinks that I have gotten worse since I left. I agree with her but I don't want to tell her that out loud. I’m starting to think that coming here w

Knocks on the door wake me up. Whoever is knocking isn't taking a break, as if I sleep right behind the door. I rub my eyes and stumble to the door. I’m so tired. I look through the peephole and find Nathan. Butterflies dance in my stomach and I quickly open the door. The moment I open the door, he engulfs me in his arms and I let him. I scared him. I scared all of them. They saved me. I wrap my arms around him and he kisses my forehead and my cheeks as he holds me tightly. “You’re okay, aren’t you?” His tone is full of fear. The way his arms are tightening around me makes me feel protected, like nothing in this world could ever harm me. Not even my dark thoughts. “I’m alright. What’s wrong? Weren’t we on a video call after we hung up on the phone?” I frown, looking at him. Why does he seem so pale and breathless like that? “Your tablet ran out of battery I think. I tried to call you on your phone, but you didn’t answer. I spent the last three hours o