Todos os capítulos de A LOVE BORN OF HATE.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Nicole. God, I was late. My best friend is getting married, and I am going to be her chief bridesmaid yet here I was, circling the damn church, trying to figure out where to park. The constant ringing of my phone prompted me to pull over at the side of the road. It was probably Brittney calling me to ask why I was running late to her wedding. My morning had started out in a weird way and that had nothing to do with waking up to an empty bed space, I was used to that. But it had everything to do with my pregnancy results. I was pregnant. I should be more joyous than this, probably excited to tell my absent husband about it but there was this little feeling nagging at me at the back of my mind that something was wrong. My husband’s toothbrush hasn’t been wet in a week, and my gut was screaming at me to pick up the signs. But hey, maybe he was brushing at the office? Maybe. Marcus wouldn’t cheat, he loves me too much for that. He makes me feel like the prettiest woman in the wor

Nicole. Men. They were the worst kind of animals and my husband happened to be a monster. The kind that’s supposed to be caged with a warning written in bold letters. Do you think it is strange that I was only filled with disgust right now? The hurt I felt long forgotten as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I felt like a thousand spiders were crawling around my body, their fangs kissing me. “Marcus” Even rolling his name around my mouth tasted like a bile of vomit. “Have some respect for God at least if you have no human decency.” He stared back at me like I had two heads. The shock of my reaction to his words? I should be throwing up, crying and screaming but that would be a waste for a man like Marcus. He had no atom of guilt and I was done doing so too, he didn’t deserve an ounce of my emotions. Raising my hand, I began clapping, “Congratulations on your wedding” turning to the seated people, I ordered, “Clap, clap, they deserve a round of applause” “W

RHETT. Blood. There was too much of it. The only thing worse than the sight of it was how still she was in my arms, too damn quiet and for the first time in my life I felt fear grip me. It wasn’t the kind that made my hands shake or my vision blur, it was different. Sharper that it clawed at the edges of my mind, pressing against my ribs like a deficiency demanding to be acknowledged. I shoved it down and buried it beneath logic, control, anything that would make it disappear. Fear was useless. Fear didn’t fix a damn thing. People had gathered around, each of them watching as I tightened my hold on her limp body and moved fast. Her body was a dead weight pressing onto my chest, her blood soaking into my shirt—warm, sticky, and irrelevant. I hated it. I shoved the door to my car open with my foot and laid her at the back seat of my car. I didn’t bother to check for a pulse. What good would it do? If she was dying, she would either survive the ride or she wouldn’t. “You a