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.

LOVED

Someone loves you!.. you may not know, but there is always someone in secret who wishes they could take away all your pain. There's always someone who wants to be your friend. 


There's always someone who's willing to listen to all your burdens so you don't bear them alone. 


I can be that person if you want me to ️ 


I will always love you.. hit me up if you feel the need to talk..  


Now that all (not really all) is said and done.. 


 A week after Hunter got back from the hospital. 


Two months since I started working as his secretary. It feels like a lifetime. 


 I was on my way back from work and decided to stop by a pastry shop to get some cupcakes for the house. 


 Believe me when I say, they never run out of them. 


I have a feeling that they always stack it up for Louie and I'm very grateful for that. The least I could do was buy another with my cash. 


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