Doing Harm Novel Novels & Stories

The weekend sleepovers at Nina’s continue even after the new baby is born! Almost an entire year after the baby is born, Loyalty agrees to start dating me again. It’s several more months later that she agrees to move back into the colonial with the kids, and I strive to give them a happy life. However, you can tell there are days when she’s still heartbroken over the loss of Jonny in her life. I have forever lost the rights to her whole heart, and I have to live with knowing that it’s my fault she is so broken. It’s my fault that she’ll forever be my beautiful Loyalty, but damaged!

Morrison prompted. "I wake up every morning knowing that I've damaged people," Damien said, his voice tight. "Victoria. Sarah. Elena. Others I probably haven't even acknowledged. And the worst part is that I damaged them while believing I was helping them. While telling myself I was being supportive." "That's a painful realization," Dr. Morrison said gently. "It's more than painful," Damien said. "It's paralyzing. Because if I was causing harm while believing I was doing good, how do I trust my own judgment now? How do I know I'm not still hurting Elena while convincing myself I've changed?"

“Damian has lost everyone he ever cared for. His childhood friend, his parents, even his old teacher who loved him like a son. Everyone he gave his heart to was taken away. Do you know what that does to a person?” I felt my chest ache for him. I pictured Damian as a little boy, losing everyone he loved, building walls higher and higher around his heart until nobody could reach him. Agnes squeezed my hands lightly. “I know he keeps giving you a hard time. But it gets easier with each passing day. You will get used to it.” When she left, I felt lighter, almost comforted. For the first time, someone made me see Damian in a different light. He wasn’t just cruel, he was wounded.

He could have ignored the call, he could have woken her up, then why did he destroy his comfort for her loved ones? "Does he hurt you?" Mina asked worriedly and Emma's throat went dry. She lowered her head and brushed her tongue across those exquisite lips in uncertainty. Does he hurt her? Yes, he does. "No," Emma paused, her fingers fumbling with the white sheets. "Not in that way," she replied looking down. It was the truth. He never hit her. Never disgraced her. Though she had anticipated that he would, he didn't which was rather surprising. Emma could still hear his words. "I'll ruin your life."