She was indeed gold in the midst of clay and that was why his tale had to end this way.

  Nothing beautiful can ever exist in his life. He was tired of keeping her from happiness, he wanted her to experience that joy others had experienced.

  That joy he had deprived her. He wanted to be a good friend and let her go. This may be his last opportunity to sow a good seed in life.

  He fondled with the tip of her hair and watched as she also watched him.

  He had never seen anyone with a heart so deep and forgiving in his entire life. That she could even allow him to get so close to her after all he had done.

" Iris I'm still very sorry" 


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    Iris had moved on to a better life. Infact, she no longer bore her name. She was now referred to as Jules.

  Working as the secretary for one of the most lucrative businessmen in Bridgewaters seemed like the best of her good years, till a temporary transfer was made.

  She was now to work for another employee. Mr McConnell's son. The man who made her high school days miserable, the man who broke her and made sure she had no means to pick herself back up.

The man who raped her.

  Now theirs is a tale of hate, hurt, regrets, tears, fears and discovery.

  And maybe love.

Don't forget, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

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Well getting through a night of trying to explain how Hunter had an accident that affected his right shoulder in a car that is still completely intact wasn't as easy as it sounded. 


And arriving home at past midnight wasn't a good picture to it all. 


Surprisingly, Louisa was also bothered about him. Accidents seem to gory for her age so I went with he's not feeling too good. 


 Now I have settled his household, his employees were a lot harder to convince. Especially Clarissa, I honestly don't know why she's so adamant that it wasn't an accident. 


 So in general, it was a frustrating day. But at least it's done with. 


 Now, Edward and I are on our way to pick up Hunter from the hospital. I've never been more nervous in my life. 


" Miss Jules are you okay? You've been fidgeting since we began this journey" his grip on the steering wheel tightening. 


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