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.”

the house. Her hands trembled as she dialed

the call connected, tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She sobbed and said,

This is my mom’s phone, not yours. My mom only has one daughter, and that’s

Celine troze

soft, doting

the pearl crown I got for you. Your classmates are here and asking for you. Don’t

nodded with joy. “Thanks,

day was

house, so she wandered aimlessly until

was where she found the gravely

her

by dawn, Adam was burning with fever. He

left the cave alone to find herbs and water to lower his fever.

Adam was gone

cave for days, convinced that he would return

Larry found

He slapped her hard, sending

bitch! How dare you run away! You’re mine,