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ASTRID “I don't want you ask you again, you wretched cunt. What are you doing with my daughter's dairy?” I wished at that moment that I hadn't woken up from my coma. Or at least, the memory of how the diary came to be with me should have been wiped alongside the attack. I wished more than anything that my parents weren't here to witness this because I was embarrassing them. Luck definitely wasn't on my side. I couldn't say anything, my throat choked up. The words were at the tip of my tongue but I just couldn't get them out. And even if I could talk, I didn't know what to say to her. Any excuse I tried to give wouldn't have been plausible. She was going to take the diary away regardless. Thank goddess I read through it all.My head swung painfully to the side with enough force that sent me crashing back into the pillows. Even though I was seated, my mother-in-law managed to gather enough momentum to slap me so hard I saw stars. The force nearly had my back breaking the wall behind

ASTRIDI hated myself for the fact that they had found out. I knew they wouldn't understand and they proved exactly that. Other than Kris and myself, no one knew what was going on with me and I had intended to keep it that way and now that other people knew, they were bound to think of me as a freak. It wouldn't take a long time before they start associating my condition with what happened to Kris and Audrey. This would only give them more warfare to use against me. I could already imagine what they would be thinking right now. It's no wonder she killed the girls. She wanted what they had and what she could never get. She was jealous of everything they were and she could never be. And the bitter truth was that I actually was but at Audrey. She had what would have been my life. And I resented her for it, just not enough to want her dead or actually do it myself.My eyes stung with unshed tears. It felt like everyone now knew my secret and the world was bearing down on me. There was t

JUSTINI stood by the door, not saying a word. Her words got to me. Two years ago when she had killed them. Two years ago when she had taken them away from me. Two years ago when she became a murderer. For a long time during those two years, I hated my father for giving her such a short sentence. I would have made sure she had rotted in jail for what she had done. She would have died along with them but now she was claiming I hadn't believed her. Without turning to face her, I whispered. “Two years ago, you ruined my life, Astrid.” The words had to be my undoing and I was instantly transported back to that very day. FLASHBACK I stared at her picture one last time, feeling butterflies forming in my stomach and for the nervousness to kick in. It was one year already and I couldn’t be happier. My relationship with Audrey was nowhere near perfect but she was it for me. This was definitely the kind of surprise she would love on our anniversary.I checked my watch, pleased that everyth

JUSTINI stumbled into the house, still upset with Astrid. For some reason, my mind kept going back to her and while I was furious, there was a lingering worry in my heart. She had been stupid enough to leave the pack alone to go search for whatever she wanted to and while that was a stupid move on her part and extremely reckless, I couldn't stop worrying about her even when I refused to let myself care for her. “Justin…” I looked up to see my father seated in the living room. This was odd as he was either always in his office or bedroom with my mother. “We need to talk for a moment, son.” He said to me, I watched his expression and saw that he did seem to have a lot on his mind as well. I walked further into the room before noticing there was someone else in the room. Astrid's father. I raised a brow, then frowned but didn't say anything. “I'll give you two some space.” My father-in-law spoke but my father was quick to stop him. “No, you should be here. This involves her too…” Her

JUSTINI waited by the door, trying to see if Asta was going to do anything since neither of them had seen me at first but the tears rapidly falling from Astrid's face spurred me and I walked in. “Asta. What are you doing here?”I saw Asta freeze for a moment before saying something to Astrid who looked absolutely terrified. I couldn't hear what was being said but if Astrid really thought Asta was the killer, then this had to be traumatizing for her. It was obvious that she needed help but couldn't say anything, no doubt that that was Asta’s idea if Astrid had been telling the truth. “I just came by for a little chat with Astrid. You know, to remind her of the past.” She threw a glance at Astrid who looked like she was minutes away from crying out in pain. Why does it feel like she’s lying? Something was wrong with Astrid but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. My heart squeezed painfully, mirroring the pain she felt and I wondered what that was about. I walked to the side of