All Chapters of The Devil's Wedding Ring : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"Come in," Greg said quickly, gesturing for me to step across the threshold. I hurried inside, the warmth of the house hitting my freezing skin as Greg shut the door against the storm.Looking ahead, I saw his wife sitting on the couch in the living room, gently cradling their baby."She's Valerie," Greg introduced me, his voice tight.The wife looked up, a polite but curious smile playing on her lips. "Of course, everyone knows Valerie. But what is she doing here, soaked to the bone by this time of the night?"I was shivering...shivering so hard that my teeth chattered and I couldn't speak immediately. The chill had reached deep into my bones, and the pain in my ribs throbbed in rhythm with my racing pulse. Greg took one look at my state and realized I wasn't going to get a coherent word out."I will get you some fresh clothes," he said, turning on his heel and heading upstairs."You want some coffee?" the woman asked, her eyes moving over me, taking in the wet clothes gummed to my

My steps faltered. The world around me began to tilt, the sound of the pouring rain fading into a muffled, distant drone. My eyelids grew unbearably heavy, but through the blur, I could still see his face, smiling with that dark, terrifying satisfaction.It was the last thing I saw before my strength completely evaporated.My knees buckled under the weight of the exhaustion, the cold, and the sheer trauma of the night. I didn't know when I gave out, but instead of hitting the cold, wet concrete, I fell directly into his arms.Cillian caught me instantly, his grip tight and unyielding as my consciousness finally slipped away into the dark.Then I started unconsciously feeling someone lifting me into his arms, strong arms, the arms my body felt a familiar, haunting sense of safety in.Then I felt myself laid down on the bed before my eyes cracked open, half-consciously trying to process my surroundings. Through the haze, I saw Cillian. He was walking straight into his bathroom, his sil

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Five This was the point I should vent. But venting to who? To the dead? Or to her? Was I really supposed to yell at a grieving mother over the casket of her child?Instead, I stepped forward and hugged her, our bodies pressing into each other as she sobbed against my shoulder. The truth was, I did love Sarah. From the bottom of my heart, I had wanted the best for her, and once upon a time, we wanted the best for each other. And yet, we ended up like this. Torn apart, and like this...She should've died after telling me she was sorry. She should've died after saying just one word to assure me that not everything about our memories was fake. If she had left me with a sliver of truth, maybe I wouldn't be so tormented. Maybe then I could remember most of those sweet memories that haunt me now, and think about Sarah as the person who actually came through for me.Like the one time I nearly took my life, and she saved me.But Sarah had changed. In the end,

He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, "We married on the day father died. The day of the accident..." He slurred out, and my face paled even more. He accompanied the devastating revelation with a sadder smile before speaking again, "Here, let me take you to a room you will stay for the night."I didn't say anything. The room was spinning as I followed him down the short hallway into a guest bedroom."You can stay here, take a bath and refresh yourself," he said gently. He reached out, helping me by taking the crumpled white envelope from my stiff fingers and placing it safely on the nightstand. "Don't think too much about what happened today and just try to refresh yourself. Alex is cooking something for you to eat, and he's such a good cook."As he spoke, a profound, heavy realization washed over me. I stared at him, seeing the subtle lines of exhaustion around his eyes, realizing just how much I truly didn't know about him. For over a year now, I had consumed his entire existenc

>*You were so arrogant, so clueless. You just... you made me feel so pathetic. You thought life was easy, you thought life was so simple because your parents gave you everything. Then imagine when I suddenly realized that your father was my father, and you were just an adopted child they took up somewhere and decided to raise as theirs. Do you realize how my anger ran deep? You were treated like a princess, you were practically worshipped, revered as a god, while me, the real daughter, the one that should've gotten all the credit, didn't even get crumbs. Then your mother constantly hating on me, seeing me as a leech. Everyday, I lived with this indelible memory of me being nothing but your counterfeit.* > I couldn't move on reading. I stopped, struggling to catch my breath as the room seemed to shrink around me. Till the end, Sarah was still a bitch! Till the end, that bitch can't see how much she made my life miserable, how she made my life go from hundred to zero? I was arroga