Lyle was like a wounded beast, breathing heavily as he stared at me with bloodshot eyes. His cold rage was so terrifying that I retreated in fear. As I stepped backward, he took a step forward. I retreated step by step until I was finally up against the wall. I had nowhere else to escape.

 

“What are you up to now, Lyle?” I roared.

 

seized me by the throat. “I

go of me…ugh…” The grip on my throat tightened and I could hardly breathe, and my vision blurred. Why is he going crazy again?

me, are you married to Christopher? Why

grip was so tight that tears pooled in my eyes. As I struggled to breathe, I felt a surge of anger in me. All of a sudden, I lifted my leg and

let out a howl and released his grip on me. He was bent over, grimacing in pain, and his hands were on his

me and roared, “Yvonne, are you really together with Christopher? Why would you want to be with him? Have you forgotten about

 

door. When I realized I could push open the door, I calmed

again. A crush on me for eight years? That’s just bullshit. It must have been you that caused Grandma to refuse her consent to my marriage with Crystal. How can you be so cruel, Yvonne?” Out of anger, he grabbed my

his words. What did he mean by the things I’ve done to him? What had I done to hurt him throughout our

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