Chapter 6 Raking up the Past

"Yeah, I did time." Meryl's eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on Lydia.

Lydia reached out to grab her hand. "Meryl, stop saying that. I just spoke without thinking, okay?"

Meryl pulled back, avoiding Lydia's touch, yanking her hand away.

Suddenly, Lydia stepped on the hem of her dress and fell to the ground.

The fall was hard, and shards from a broken glass on the floor hadn't been cleaned up yet.

Dalton immediately rushed over, pushing through the crowd to help Lydia up.

Her hand was a bloody mess, with shards embedded in her skin.

Dalton's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Meryl. "Meryl, you never learn! I warned you..."

Meryl's heart skipped a beat. She knew Dalton didn't care about her, but seeing him protect another woman still hurt.

"What did I do? I just pulled my hand away. She fell on her own."

Seeing their hands clasped together, Meryl felt a pang of irony. She lowered her gaze, gently touching a spot on her chest where a pendant hung, a gift from someone long ago.

had clung to that pendant to get through

again, her

"Yeah, I was in prison, but I

pale as Meryl admitted her

Lydia exposed Meryl's past, Bianca also

and try to cover it up, she believed i was just a slip of the

grow up and couldn't believe she had such

"Meryl, you've had too much to drink. Let

have made her disappear without a trace. Why would

a sharp slap echoed through the

emerged from his study, his face

nonsense

stung, but Meryl didn't

those men really wanted to hurt her, they would have done it when they first grabbed her. Why take her to an abandoned factory? It doesn't add up."

people glanced at Lydia, who

ended up in prison, and the other was

out a cold laugh,

her own suffering, this was

she had refused to admit her mistake, and they thought she was beyond help.

in prison. They believed this might be the only way to set Meryl

Camille, who had also raised

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