Broken At The Altar, Reborn Stronger

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harp sting ripped across my cheek. Christin. Her hand, fuele

yes wild. "You're trying to poison hi

ge. He grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully, making me drop th

your mind, haven't you? Trying to kill a child, my child, right in front of me? How could y

wering me with affection, he'd whisper, "You're so pure, Angela. So good." He had put me on a pedestal, and now he was enjoying tearing me down from it, reveling in the i

ver truly knew me, not the real me, just the reflection he wante

e's not breathing!" A guest, finally snapping out of their shock, pointed at the b

was no

st, ignoring Byron' s death grip. He pulled back, bu

st!" I yelled, my voice cracking

eacted instinctively. He raised his foot and

of my lungs in a painful whoosh. My head hit the marble with a dull thud, and f

p in my side, in my head. The faces of the guests morphed into blurry, horri

s! She' s trying to kill my son. She's disturbed, unstable! I warned you all!" He turned to the crowd, playing the victim, the

sly, her face wet with crocodile tears. "She's alwa

as still struggling, his small body twitc

n in my ribs was excruciating, but it fueled my determination. "You fool!" I rasp

ed it up, my hands shaking but firm. "This is epinephrine! I developed it! It's an enhanced fo

're what, a glorified lab assistant? What do you know about developing drugs? And who

e an embarrassment. Get out. Now. Before I have you thrown out and arrested for attempted murder." He stepped between

rom the pain. "You can't handle this, Byron! He won't make it to th

You certainly don't belong near my family, trying to poison my son!" He took another step towards me, his hand raised as i

e, arrogant, and utterly blind. He thought I was still begging for

hispered, a chilling smile touching my l

s small chest rose and fell with terrifying

sted. Christin shrieked again, lunging for me, but I was focused. I found the boy's thigh, pulled back

deployed. The medication

own breath coming in ragged gasps, the adrenaline finally starting to wane. Exhaustio