The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 77

As a little girl, Celine had to take over the chores of Larry’s late wife. Each day, she washed clothes, cooked meals, and bore the brunt of his bearings.

Larry would yank her hair, kick her, and whipher with a belt. Those days were almost unbearable.

As Celine grew older, her beauty because strikingly evident in the countryside. But with her beauty came an even greater nightmare.

Larry’s lecherous gaze turned predatory. He would force her onto his lap, pressing his alcohol laden, sweat–drenched face against hers.

Bathing at night, she’d lock the door with trembling hands. But when she glanced back, she would only find his leering eyes peering through the crack, a sick grin spread across

his face

Those memories haunted her childhood like a recurring nightmare.

One day, Larry brought two of his drinking buddies home. They teased him, saying, “Tarry, why don’t you find yourself a new wife?”

Larry chuckled darkly. “My new wife’s already at home, just need a little more time to grow up.”

His friends immediately caught on, grinning knowingly, “Damn, backy you. We’d kill for that kind of luck.”

Celine fled the house. Her hands trembled as she dialed Lucy’s number from

tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She

you? This is my mom’s phone, not yours. My mom

Celine troze

later, Lucy’s soft, doting voice came

crown I got for you. Your classmates are here and asking for you. Don’t forget to perform that dance for them later,

nodded with joy. “Thanks,

was Carly’s

up in despair. She couldn’t return to Larry’s house, so she wandered aimlessly until

found the gravely injured

away. He told her that if no one else

night, they held onto each other for warmth. But by dawn, Adam was burning with

to find herbs and water to

Adam was gone

he would return for her. She truly believed he wouldn’t abandon

found her

entire time. He slapped her hard, sending her

little bitch! How