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Smiling, I said, "I love this music box the most, Mom. This is the best music box in the world because you made it." … At the Ashcroft residence, Bianca frowned as she stared at her calendar. 15 days had passed without a single call or message from me. The men she sent to Stillwater Creek reported that I spent my days in a run-down little convenience store or in an even shabbier activity room, teaching children how to dance. I seemed… genuinely content and happy. For some reason, that stirred a strange, simmering anger in her. How could I be happy in a place like that? Did I feel nothing for the Ashcrofts at all?

The phone rang once before Melanie picked up. "Hello Mel," I started urgently. "Mel, can you hear me?" Loud music and laughter blasted through the speaker. Melanie was clearly at some kind of party, her voice slurred when she responded. "Yes I can hear you!" she shouted over the noise. "I'm having so much fun! Do you want to join my party?" Panic seized my chest. "Hello, Mel? Mel, listen to me, we need to talk," I insisted, raising my voice to be heard over the background chaos.

"Are you trying to kill me too? I just lost my grandson and granddaughter. Now you're saying you want to die? What did our family do to deserve this?" The officer patted Dad's shoulder sympathetically, then sighed and left. The three of them sat there in silence until evening, with no one saying a word. Then Mom suddenly stood up, breaking the silence. "Ivy's coming home from school soon. I need to cook something special for her. She told me she wants mac and cheese. She's been asking for days. "She's so easy to please, just like me. Honey, let's sign Ivy up for the same classes as Owen. They're both our kids. We can't play favorites."

How ridiculous. I looked up resolutely. "From the moment Timmy was born, you've used him to manipulate me. From now on, he's no longer your tool to threaten me because I've learned to love myself. From this day on, I will put myself first; no one will be able to hurt me again." James walked away, looking disheartened. His retreating figure resembled a rogue kicked out of its territory. Ryan rushed in, hugging me anxiously. The scent of my mark on him enveloped me tightly.

I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I couldn't help it. I had loved him, after all. And watching someone you once loved betray you right in front of your face hurts like hell. I told myself to forget it and just endure a little longer. This would be the last time I ever let him make me feel this way. Thank God I got to live again. Thank God I had the chance to stay away from trash like him. Later that night, Byron stood behind me in the room and said, "Bethany, once we get to Centraford, you and Lisa should switch identities."

I spun around, eyes burning red as I glared at them and aired my grievances. "Do you really think an apology can erase all the pain I've suffered all these years? "I'm the one who was wronged! But all my life, Jocelyn's been soaking up all of Mom and Dad's love. "I'm the one you all ignored, the one Felix betrayed! What makes you think a hollow apology will make me forgive everything? "I've spent years drowning in misery in the Lawson family. Why should I happily follow you home just because you're offering an apology?"

Thank you, God, Has brought together Carve out a trail of happiness ~ Alisya

she said. I don’t understand what she means by that. “I mean, she doesn’t want a two-face person. Someone who is so kind in front of her but will insult her at her back,” she said. Ahh. I guess she have trust issue huh? Same as me. “Noted ma’am” I said. “Come in” We hear madam’s voice. The receptionists opens the door, “Madam, Miss Villanueva is here,” she said. “Let her in,” she said. I come inside the office,

And woven intricately through these memories was the ache of rejection from Henry, the pain of his cruel words still fresh but no longer binding. “After being rejected by Henry, and hearing him howl to have me back when I had found my second mate…” she mused quietly, her thoughts becoming a guiding rhythm as she played on. With each note, the bitterness that had once filled her heart had begun to dissipate, replaced by the serenity of acceptance. “It seems that Henry is the mate I won’t have.”

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.