The Love From Vengeance

370: BROKEN BONDS

ARIEL’S POV

I stormed into my parents‘ elegant living room, a cloud of anger and betrayal churning within me. My hands trembled with disbelief as I brandished my phone, the glaring headlines announcing my supposed engagement to Luke burning into my consciousness.

“Mom, Dad, we need to talk,” I demanded.

They looked up, surprised, etching their features at the urgency in my tone.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” my mother asked, concern furrowing her brow.

I thrust my phone forward, the damning evidence of my supposed betrothal displayed on the screen.

“Explain this,” I demanded, my voice rising with each word,

Their guilty exchange confirmed my worst fears.

“We’re sorry, Ariel. We never meant for things to spiral out of control like this,” my father began, his voice

tinged with remorse,

But apologies were not what I sought. I needed answers.

“Sorry isn’t enough, Dad. Why have you destroyed my future?” I queried, my anger boiling over.

My mother reached out, but I recoiled, the sting of their betrayal too raw.

“I trusted you both. I thought you had my best interests at heart,” I accused the both of them. I was feeling

broken.

They hung their heads, unable to meet my accusing gaze.

“We only wanted what was best for you, Ariel. We thought…” my mother faltered, unable to finish her

justification.

to indignation. “So you thought it was acceptable

leaving me with a searing

pawn in your social climbing

turned away, weighed down by disappointment and hurt.

murmured, my

my parents, feeling like my world was crumbling around me. The weight of their betrayal bore down on me like a leaden cloak, suffocating me with its heaviness. Without another word, I fled from the living room, seeking solace in the

a shaky hand. The dam of

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unchecked, each droplet a testament to the pain and betrayal i felt deep in

my bed, I burled my face in my hands, the sobs wracking my body uncontrollably. It felt as though my heart had been torn from my chest, leaving behind a raw,

agony.

my parents‘ betrayal cut me to the core. How could they have orchestrated something so cruel and manipulative? Did they truly see me as

status?

profound sadness swirled within me like a tempest, each emotion crashing against the fragile walls of my composure. I felt utterly alone, abandoned by the very

and support me.

their ambitions, and their decelt pressed down on me

its oppressive weight. I

emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

myself to surrender to the torrent of tears,

that gnawed at my insides. It was as though I were mourning

once envisioned, now shattered into a million irreparable

lay there, cocooned

but still, the ache in my chest remained, a constant reminder of the betrayal that

world asunder.

betrayal and broken promises. But even in slumber, there was

with apprehension, as I heard my mother’s voice urging me to open the door. With a reluctant

the lock and pulled open the

us in,” she implored, her voice filled, with remorse.

shut and shut out the world was almost overwhelming. But eventually, I stepped aside, allowing my parents

crossed tightly over my chest in a defensive gesture. I refused to

approached tentatively, her eyes brimming with tears. “Ariel, darling, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand.