Semua Bab Divorce is not allowed: Till Death Do Us Part: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Blood. Everywhere. My wide eyes took in the sight of my trembling hands, which were covered in blood. I couldn't breathe. Tears flooded my vision. Panic surged through me, leaving a trail of dreadful chills in its wake."Why are you doing this to me?" I shuddered, taking desperate steps backward. I couldn't recognize the man before me. This is not the man I once loved.No."Tera," His lips curled into a menacing smile, "You think you can just walk into my life, ruin it, shatter me, and walk off to be with another man as if nothing happened? I almost lost my life because of you, damn it!" He charged towards me as I whimpered, my back hitting the wall behind me."No, my love." He reached up, tracing his fingers down my cheek. The touch was both gentle and horrifyingly possessive. "You are mine," His thumb brushed my lower lip, the caress almost tender but loaded with a threat that made my stomach twist.I could feel his breath against my skin, could smell the faint hint of cologne that

TERA.I could have died if I hadn't found a place to eat and sleep.I roamed around the city, thinking of where best to go when it finally clicked."Here, child. Drink this," The kind old man said, handing me a glass of hot milk on the bed.His wife had prepared the best meal I had ever eaten in three years, and I devoured it all in one go.Mr. Kingsley Raymond. A Reverend. He lives in a moderate home. Not too large and exquisite, not small either.He visited prison often, and we always had fellowship together. He treated me just like a father would a daughter, and we had a good relationship throughout my stay there.He had given me his card to call him whenever I needed his help, and thank God, it came in handy just at the right time."What are your plans now, my dear?" Mrs. Marilyn, Kingsley's wife, asked as she handed me an apple.They know all that had happened to me and how miserable I have become."I do not know, Marilyn. I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to," I fought the

RYAN.I tipped the glass to my lips, swallowing the last drop of vodka, the liquid burning down my throat.I hated this—this feeling of owing anyone anything, not even favors. Kingsley, my uncle, had me in a bind, and I loathed every second of it. But it was something I couldn't run away from.Fuck."You have to take it easy, man," Leo, my friend, said.I slammed the glass on the table, "Easy? What the fuck do you expect me to do? Huh?" I hissed, leaning forward, "You expect me to walk into that office every damn day, look her in the eye, and pretend I'm not filled with rage? That I don't want to tear her apart for what she did?"I was beyond pissed, and the beats coming from the loud music downstairs only added to my anger."I guess you don't have much of a choice. Kingsley made sure of that." He replied, leaning back in his seat.I clenched my jaw, the muscles ticking as my grip tightened on the glass, "I almost lost my daughter. She just stood there, watching a little child slowly