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Chapter 2 Framed By Her Father

Word Count: 905    |    Released on: 07/07/2020

answer, a cold voi

ckery colore

he sol

th her deathly pale face. Blood nearly beaded on her

er than to hope for a peaceful and st

nship ties, she didn't expect

framed by

of her life, and yesterday was sha

xplain, "I'm sorry, Tabitha. I

n his cheeks, not a shred of g

eyes gradually dimmed at

nd slowly approached the imposin

he best choice, not only for her,

at the woman with a cold smile on

n, she could only be as insi

he had a fat

that he would l

could only silently f

car's door and she slid in. From the moment she sat

glanced at her with a co

o back on my word." Her unwavering answ

oo

ediately stepped out. Bright sunlight washed over her from above

her clothes, the simple dress on h

s made of wool, so

ile the man was cold as a statue chiseled from ice, the woman was as humb

people turned

er, Tabitha lowered her head to loo

te handwriting was

to them, one for her and the other for

id coldly, "Don't take it for granted that

ee words felt like icicles stabbi

ily and make them stop urging

or to chase her out, but she plucked up all her courage

o sch

eated in

n an evil smile ap

t her ear in a cold voice. "If you se

a phone on her lap and said,

ed her phone and thr

er lip as she forced down her a

She was his wife,

ls, he had no right to in

ht. Since it's our wedding night, remember to

the car and ordered the driver to send Tabitha home, his long legs carry

the man's threat echoed in her ears. Fear

e back and she remaine

ed on her toast. It was impossible that he'd come in morni

und in her mind, it made m

the driver did send he

t of her own house mad

tep foot in her home again, she still

or with her key and took her shoes off at

patterns decorated the walls. A comfortable light blue cot next to a wooden be

white only made h

like pure white, since it was the color of

the bed, her hand absentmindedly reaching out to t

roke the silence in the a

her head and an apron wrapped around her waist, that woman looked like the very image of a typ

, the one who took

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