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.”

trembled as she

tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She

the voice that answered was Carly’s, haughty and gleeful. “Who are you? This is my mom’s phone, not yours. My mom only has one daughter, and that’s

Celine troze

Lucy’s soft,

my sweet little princess, it’s your birthday today! Come see the pearl crown I got for you. Your

nodded with

was

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

she found

away. He told her that

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

herbs and water to lower his fever. But when she returned,

Adam was gone

cave for days, convinced that he

found

the entire time. He slapped

twisted with rage. “You little bitch! How dare