You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

It wasn't the first time Shelly had been slapped by Luther, but he had never hit her so hard before.

She was completely confused, covering her cheeks with her hands. There was the fishy taste of blood in her mouth, and her eardrums kept buzzing.

Luther's rage made her completely terrified. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, before they finally fell down in big drops.

Luther was so angry that he tried to get up from the bed. Jacqueline rushed forward to stop him, "Luther, you can't get out of bed. You can't move around. Don't be angry. You have several broken ribs. You haven't recovered yet. Don't be angry.”

Indeed, he just moved a bit and he felt suffocating in his chest like he was dying.

"Ahem."

just shut up. Luther has got his memory back. Everything in the past, and all the things we've deceived him about, he's remembered." Shelly looked at Jacqueline with wide eyes. How was it possible? He remembered it all? So he remembered all the mistakes she had made and all the outrageous things she had done? With all the absurd things she just said,

anything. Her tears kept falling

open and he questioned hysterically, "What you say, is it

in fear, not daring

Joyce. At the engagement party, it wasn't Joyce who pushed Charlotte

hired someone to push her off the overpass and you almost caused her to miscarry? That's my child and your own nephew, your

can be here alive to reprimand you

"That's the whole truth.”

to die? Luther's voice was deep and hoarse as he asked

and her heart was shocked beyond words. She desperately shook her head. She didn't know that.

sorry, I'm sorry,