Cut My Life Into Pieces By Papa Roach Novels & Stories

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

"Vincent's world was a cancer. It needed radical surgery. Your public disgrace, the branding... it severed your ties to that life irrevocably. It made you a victim in the eyes of all. And it broke him. A man who believes he murdered the one good thing in his life is already in his own grave. He will never recover." I lay back against the pillows. The world tilted. A pawn. I had been a pawn in their game. The fury that rose was colder and sharper than any I had felt for Vincent. "I am not a tool," I whispered, my voice trembling with the effort to contain it.