Life was not exactly peachy living as a slave but she had her brother and childhood sweetheart. What could possibly be worse... Austin Cunningham shows her what real hell is. His intention very unknown.

Merrigold, the flower

I write this to you because I'm seeking my own closure to move on and nothing else. I'm choosing to forgive you knowing you never apologized and probably never will. Only because I need my closure and sanity. You have no conscience what so ever. You have no thought process, I reckon. Meeting you was the worst thing that could have ever occurred to me. I had faith and glimmer of hope that I'd be the one. With everyone warning me, I shied away from the truth. Chose to believe they were all jealous of what we had.


Chapter 54 The wicked