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FIXING THE BROKEN VOWS

Chapter 3 Wrapped

Word Count: 1679    |    Released on: 26/08/2023

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t was dark outside, and I could see through the office window that employee

et, Clea?" Karen peered

curiosity and

y. "No, I still have papers to read and s

t demeanor, fixing her gaze on me and g

o clubbing!" She forcefully sl

with thi

with intense hostility. She quickly grabbed the computer mouse from me, turned it off

. Irritated, I massaged my nose and watched her eagerl

ea, or I'll drag you o

e meticulously arranged the scattered papers. She shouted excitedly, "There, I'm done! Fix yourself w

sight as the door slammed shut. I was sick and

or I'll drag you

s rolling as usual. Seeing that I still ha

" I protested,

t let my friend lead me. She to

swaying to the fast-paced music. The loud cheers echoed from table to table. I eve

all night?" Karen loudly asked me, but he

round the place once again, realizing that I had missed this chaotic atmosph

ranquility and rest for your weary self. But what I needed was a loud crow

rows as if asking me what she should order

uila will do," I

"We should eat dinner before dr

in response to her question, knowing that she

ced our order, and he atte

oxication from the excessive alcohol. The place became livelier a

of tequila as it slid down my throat. Its bi

sed to be my next drink. "I brought you

my last day on Earth, I would drown myself in vai

Ren. Can't you see?

lared at me. Then she turned away and started swaying h

grily, but I laughed loudly, w

nd making her sway her hips along with me. The bo

ently brought her mouth closer to my left e

s night out at some club with some whore," I replied, understanding what she sa

ther round of tequila. I watched Karen as she walked

e?" she slurred, lazily sitting in front of me

d. "No, that's enough.

remaining liquid in the bottle. D

undings. I knew I could still drive, even in m

asleep, up and tapped her shoulder to wake her up. She turned around,

ned her eyes drowsily, gave me an angry look, and suddenly

spite her ranting and mumbling incoherent words. We were true friend

be you?" she half-opened her eyes and spoke to me from the back seat, but

rtment and made sure she was taken care of before leaving. I felt relieved kn

as unlocked, and our room was illuminated. I was

living room was dark, and I took slow steps

have yo

, the entire house was lit up, and the light enveloped the ro

w the darkness in his eyes. I too

dn't find the w

d anything change if I told him why I was drinking? Would

We should re

ur bedroom. I scanned the room before lying down, a

sank in. There was another woman. He had brought

ld he do it in o

saw him become alarmed when he saw me holding the dress in my

e else in my bed, Miguel?

gaze, snatching the dress from my hand a

n frustration, his eyes filled with deep animosity. I quickly took a s

gently asked when he noticed me t

ver. The bruises may fade, but the wounds caused by their hurtful words leave a las

inking, would anything change? Would

kness, but I didn't care. I changed the bedsheets and pillows, removing any trace of the despicable

hiding under the covers. I heard him groan, but sleep had alread

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FIXING THE BROKEN VOWS
FIXING THE BROKEN VOWS
“Clea gave herself entirely-her heart, mind, and love-without reserve. She faded into the background, consumed by her devotion to Miguel. Promising eternal togetherness, she lost fragments of herself along the way. Her love flowed unconditionally into Miguel, but it drained her essence. Hopes of an idyllic love story were shattered. Her yearning for a complete family and the role of a devoted spouse became a cruel mirage. The man she wed, Miguel, metamorphosed into a tyrant of anguish. The price for her sacrifices was exacted in bruises on her skin, wounds to her emotions, and scars on her psyche. Can Clea shatter her chains and abandon the life she now endures beside Miguel?Is it possible for her to find the strength to rebuild and forge her own identity anew?Or will she forever remain trapped, a canvas of suffering painted by Miguel's hand?”
1 Chapter 1 Start of hell2 Chapter 2 Pain and plea3 Chapter 3 Wrapped4 Chapter 4 What's next 5 Chapter 5 Happy heart6 Chapter 6 Well played7 Chapter 7 Punched8 Chapter 8 Should I expect 9 Chapter 9 Easily broken10 Chapter 10 Is it true 11 Chapter 11 Shoot! 12 Chapter 12 You hurt me again13 Chapter 13 Rekindling love under the moonlight 14 Chapter 14 Breakfast Tensions in the Velarde Family