Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Kendall’s POV

Feeling suffocated by the weight of my choices, I fled to the bathroom, seeking comfort in the only place where I could be alone with my thoughts.

The tears came fast and hot, streaming down my cheeks in silent torrents as I collapsed to the floor, the sound of my sobs echoing off the walls.

But after a while, a new sensation washed over me, one that was far more unsettling. My stomach churned with nausea, and before I knew it, I was retching violently into the toilet bowl, the bitter taste of bile burning in the back of my throat.

I stayed there for what felt like an eternity, the pain and despair running over me. But as the minutes stretched on, a new feeling began to take root within me, a feeling of defiance that that I had always had.

I couldn’t go back to Declan, couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of my days in a loveless marriage, trapped in terrible life of humiliations, a life that was originally of my choosing — what a shame.

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