All Chapters of The Rejected Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"The worst prison is not made of walls, but of fear and silence." Unknown Chapter 51Walking behind Helen, my legs were like lead. As we approached Jacobi’s office, the sound of the minister’s gruff voice and hearty laughter made goosebumps break all over my skin. This was no nightmare but stark reality. The minister was indeed back.“Ah, there she is!” he exclaimed, as I walked into the office. “See how fresh and healthy you look. I was expecting to see an invalid.”“She’s had a good time recuperating,” Jacobi answered, his voice even. “She was in very bad shape when she was brought here.”I threw an alarmed look at him, wondering why he was going into that level of detail with the minister, especially as it would lead to questions about why I had been so badly beaten in the first place.“Leave that nonsense. We all know that it is laziness that has made her stay here this long,” the minister retorted. “Almost two months in hospital,

"The heart’s greatest rebellion is loving in captivity—but every act of defiance has its price." Unknown Chapter 53 I remained in the dining room as madam maria i went to let him in, my ears straining to catch their conversation. My heart pounded with nervous excitement. It didn’t even matter that, dressed in one of my older native dresses, I wasn’t looking my best. Jacobi had seen me at my worst and had fallen in love with me anyway. I was too ecstatic—not just about seeing him again, but about being one step closer to escaping this place. “It’s Doctor Jacobi,” madam maria announced, returning. “He said he has an appointment with the minister. Please, go and sit with him while I call your husband. Knowing how long it takes the minister to get ready these days, he might have to wait a while.” I nodded, trying to act composed, even though my insides churned with anticipation. Rising to my feet, I walked to the living room with measured grace. “Good morning, Doctor.” Jacob

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving." — Elizabeth GilbertChapter 55I woke up the following day with more purpose than I’d had in all the years I’d been in Boston. I was finally leaving. I wasn’t running away blindly to Mississippi, or leaving for a life of uncertainty in india. The man of my dreams, the true love of my life, was taking me far, far away from all my troubles, to start a whole new life. I still had no idea what he planned to do with the life he had started for himself in Boston, most especially as it concerned his father’s hospital, but I was confident that whatever he was planning was the very best option there could be for us. And that gave me all the confidence I needed.Speaking with him early that morning, we decided it would be best for me to use the desolate back gate as my escape route that night, especially as I was now confined to the compound.

“sometimes love means letting go—not because you want to, but because holding on would destroy you both." Unknown Chapter 57By noon, the story was everywhere. Everyone was talking about the vandalization of the young doctor’s hospital and the destruction of the legacy of the older Dr. Waverson. Sitting in the dining room having my lunch, I listened as the domestic staff talked about it, and it took everything in me not to yell out in anger and frustration. How could one family, one man, hold an entire city to ransom? But I couldn’t react, more for Jacobi’s benefit than my own. I was all cried out from the morning anyway. My heart and spirit were broken.And so I just sat there, like a statue, as they talked.“Zeynep, you’re not eating your food,” madam remarked, taking a seat next to me at the table.I looked at her, surprised.Madam Maria has vowed never to sit at the table, after what happened the last time, not even when she was

Chapter 58"The past is never where you think you left it." — Katherine Anne PorterA soft tap on my door interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised when Catherine peeped into the room. I hadn’t seen her since the day of my botched escape.“Catherine, it's been a while, how are you?”“Zeynep, please don’t be angry with me,” she said, sitting on my bed. “I shouldn’t have left you like that that day. I should have stayed back to help you. I was so distressed about what happened that I wept all the way to new york.”I smiled. “What kind of help would you have given me? Those gangsters would have just flung you to one side.”But she didn’t even smile. “I heard about what Ibrahim did to you. I heard you almost died.”“Well, I didn’t die,” I answered with a flippant shrug. “What about you? What brings you back to Boston? Your boyfriend finally released you? Or has his wife found out about you?”She laughed, not taking any offence. “He’s there. He got