Chapter 47

VERONICA’S POV:-

“How do I look?” I asked Dariel, taking a spin in my pink dress at our six month anniversary.

He glanced at me and rose from his seat, stopping before me and grabbing the front of my dress with a glare, drying my throat in dread.

“How can you look at yourself in the mirror, hoping I would praise ‘you’?” He growled, closing the gap, scaring me.

“For how long are you going to punish me, Dariel? I will do whatever you want but don’t do this to me. Give me a chance.” I pleaded with him but I saw no place for me in his eyes.

“I tried to give us a chance but ripped it from us so don’t expect another from me.” He growled, pushing me away, shattering my heart, still hurting me for my one small mistake.

He was hurting me for my one mistake and he continued to do it until we got divorced.

He turned to leave but stopped and glanced heartlessly into my teary eyes, threatening me before leaving.

“And yes, you look horrible. That color is itching my eyes. Wear anything pink again