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I opened the paper bag containing our order and took out my order for Daevon. "Maybe my husband is not hurting a woman but not me, I am Ayesha Samaniego the one who owns the shortest patience in the world." I said no emotion, then pour the frappe on its head. I heard the gasped of the people around us. The woman shrieked in front of me. I removed Daevon's hand from my waist and rolled his eyes at him. "If you want to taste my gift for you, feel free to eat this fvckin girl" I said while looking at the woman now bathing in frappe. I flipped my hair and walked away from them. Bad vibes!

The earlier talk… the yelling… it was too much. Everything blurred at the edges, like the world was dissolving in slow motion, "Just leave, okay? I don't want anything from any of you. Not anymore. I just want to live and breathe without feeling like my next breathe needs to stolen, given or sacrificed for you people." My legs wobbled, then buckled—and just before I hit the ground, something solid caught me. Not the cold floor. Not the itchy carpet. Someone. “Aanya?” a voice called, distant but familiar.

It would be about belief. Who people trusted when things finally broke. Chapter Eighty Seven ended with that knowledge settling into me like a second spine. I had not sought this role. But I would not step away from it now. Not when the weight was finally revealing what it was meant to break.

But I needed to tell Jack, I needed him, I wanted him. I called Jack crying telling him everything that happened and Jack listened to me and managed to calm me down. ~The next day~ Me and Ella were meeting up with the boys at the airport. Aubrey had called us crying saying how her parents wouldn't let her go. I felt really bad because I know how bad she wanted to go but she really couldn't disobey her parents because her dad is abusive and her mom is super strict.

“Ms. Holt affirms her right to tell her own story and will not be silenced by legal maneuvers built on outdated, unethical language. The upcoming release of her memoir, Unburied, proceeds without delay.” And right under it? PREORDER NOW The click rate crashed the publisher’s website in under three hours. And Marcus? Nothing. No response. No lawsuit. No press. Because for the first time in his life… He was losing in public. And worse? He couldn’t control the narrative. James’s POV I asked her, that night, what it felt like — to finally speak without being interrupted. She was quiet for a moment. Then said: “Like the sky opened.” Melinda’s POV

She looked at the husband who had stayed, the brother who had built the walls, the son who had survived the fear, and the daughter who had taught her how to feel again. "Unbreakable," Aurora said. "That's a bit cliché, isn't it?" the art director asked. "Maybe," Aurora said. She stood up, holding Hope on her hip. She walked over to the monitor. She traced the image of her family. "But look at us," she said softly. "We cracked. We burned. We drowned. And we're still here." She looked at Liam. "We aren't unbreakable because we're hard," she said. "We're unbreakable because we know how to put the pieces back together."

I felt self conscious, but I stood my ground in spite of it. I felt a thrum of power bubble at my fingertips as I counted them in number. They were all around me and could attack me at any minute. I felt a strength that I hadn't had before, and I knew somehow that I could take them. Someone's hand reached out and tapped my back, and acting on adrenaline, I pulled his arm over my shoulder and threw him head first into the water. “He is a member of us, the outcasts. He was deaf, he just wanted to say hello.”

It would have, if I had given up. The room where I stayed, the room that had most of our memories. I was going to demolish it, I would watch it crumble. Standing there, it still made a part of me ache. Watching it crumble could relieve me of the ache. I would discuss with the contactor before leaving for L.A My phone beeped. I stared at it, Rin appeared on the screen. "Hi Rin" "Hi Rev, how are you doing? " I'm back " I replied.

This is the day I get to put an end to John Williams. I get out of bed. “I am ready.” Now my expression has changed, sleep is long gone and the only thing that remained in my mind was killing the bastard. I head to the shower and take a quick one. When I get back to my room, my uncle is gone but there is a note on the bed, and I take it. ‘May the Goddess be with you today; may she bless you with strength to see this through. I have gone to the training ground, see you shortly. Your proud uncle.” The note read.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.