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

 She hadn't eaten at all as the unease filled her stomach, leaving her mother quite anxious but mostly sad. 


Honestly, Louisa couldn't ignore the jabs of hurt and pain from advertising on her face when she saw Mr Hunter prepare and leave for work early this morning. 


At some point of trying to eat breakfast, her eyes pricked with tears on the embarrassment she would face when she goes to school with Edward driving her once again. 


Immediately, her food was discarded because Cheryn noticed it wasn't going to be touched. 


 Her mother sat across her and slowly yet sadly ate her cereal while she watched Louisa with fear in her eyes. 


 To be truthful, she had never seen her active and brave daughter so downcast and broken to the point of seeing it clearly through her glistening eyeballs. 


 She couldn't help but think of worst scenario cases which could have led up to that. 


 Louisa too observed her mother but had unusually nothing to say to her. 


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