All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It has been three days since that memory surfaced, and I still can't come to terms with it. I remembered I was married. I remembered he cheated on me with a girl named Justice. From what I saw, we were practically divorced already. I returned the wedding ring. That moment felt final. And now I understand that Henry wasn't lying when he said I wasn't wearing a ring. I truly wasn't. That much of the past finally makes sense. But the more I think about it, the more tempted I am to go to Emilia's house and demand that she tell me his address. I want to confront him. I want answers. I want to know why he did it, why he looked at me with such hate, why he betrayed me. But then I remember his face. The way he hit me. The fury in his voice. What if he is the one I was running from? What if he wanted me dead? That kind of hatred doesn't appear overnight. And the fact that I still haven't recovered all my memories makes it worse. I have no full understanding of who I'm dealing with. There cou

Not long after Greg and Trevor left, the house fell back into a quiet lull. I finally came clean and told them I wasn't going. You should've seen the smug look on Greg's face, like he'd just won the lottery. According to him, when I said I don't know, I actually meant no, and that of course, meant he was right. Annoyingly right. They didn't argue. Not much, anyway. Apparently, they had other people to pester. Their attempts to drag me and Liam into their chaotic little camping trip had failed, so they were off to recruit new victims. I won't lie, I kind of wanted to go. Not for the s'mores or ghost stories, but because maybe getting lost in the woods for a weekend would be easier than getting lost in my own mind. There are so many questions I've been avoiding, memories I don't fully trust. The more I think I've figured out my past, the more tangled and distorted it becomes. It's like trying to piece together a shattered mirror—nothing ever fits the way it should. But still, one thi

Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of his hand sliding down my back. I felt the sting of that playful, possessive smack, and heard the low, teasing rumble of his voice curling into my ear. Make me, he’d said. And I’d spent the night with my thighs pressed tight, trying to suffocate the heat that pulsed inside me, trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten under my skin. But the ache didn’t go away. It throbbed with every shift in the sheets, every memory of his mouth inches from mine. By morning, I looked like hell and felt worse. My eyes were puffy, my cheeks flushed, and my skin still tingled with something I didn’t want to name. I threw my hair into a messy bun, barely managed to tug on a pair of jeans, and stumbled down the stairs barefoot, hoping no one was up to witness me in this pathetic state. I told myself I’d go see Sky and her baby. That I needed air. That I needed a distraction. Anything to smother what was happening inside me. But the moment

It was after three when we finally rolled into Beach Creek, and honestly, I thought I'd lost all feeling in my legs. The trip had taken forever. Hours of winding through back roads, one wrong turn thanks to Trevor's "superior sense of direction," and more gas station stops than I cared to count. I spent most of the ride trying to ignore his off-key singing as he belted every pop song from the past decade just to get on Sophia's nerves. At one point, I gave in and let sleep drag me under, only to wake with my cheek stuck to the window and my neck twisted into something truly unnatural.But the moment we turned that final corner and the view opened up in front of us, it was all worth it.Beach Creek was stunning.Not the kind of pretty you get used to. No, this was breathtaking. The road dipped and curved, opening up into a perfect stretch of coastline where the sky poured right into the sea. Everything sparkled like it had been dusted with gold. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze,

Sitting next to Peter was calming in a way I hadn't expected. His quiet presence had a steady, grounding energy. It wasn't like the wild, chaotic warmth I felt around Trevor and Greg, whose teasing and loud banter made everything feel like home. With Peter, it was quieter, more settled. Still, my thoughts kept wandering to those three troublemakers who had yet to return. Letting them go off together was probably the worst idea I'd agreed to. I could only imagine what kind of disaster they were plotting. "Huh?" I blinked, pulled from my thoughts. Peter had said something, but I hadn't caught it. "I said your eyes are pretty," he repeated, sipping his beer and looking at me in that calm, unreadable way that felt like he was trying to see through me. "Oh. Th-thanks," I stammered, caught completely off guard. My voice came out shaky and uncertain. Peter chuckled softly, like he wasn't surprised by my reaction. "You look flushed," he said. "Is it really your first time hearing a compli