Chapter 77
As a little girl, Celine had to take over the chores of Larry’s late wife. Each day, she washed clothes, cooked meals, and bore the brunt of his bearings.
Larry would yank her hair, kick her, and whipher with a belt. Those days were almost unbearable.
As Celine grew older, her beauty because strikingly evident in the countryside. But with her beauty came an even greater nightmare.
Larry’s lecherous gaze turned predatory. He would force her onto his lap, pressing his alcohol laden, sweat–drenched face against hers.
Bathing at night, she’d lock the door with trembling hands. But when she glanced back, she would only find his leering eyes peering through the crack, a sick grin spread across
his face
Those memories haunted her childhood like a recurring nightmare.
One day, Larry brought two of his drinking buddies home. They teased him, saying, “Tarry, why don’t you find yourself a new wife?”
Larry chuckled darkly. “My new wife’s already at home, just need a little more time to grow up.”
His friends immediately caught on, grinning knowingly, “Damn, backy you. We’d kill for that kind of luck.”
Terrified, Celine fled the house. Her hands trembled as she dialed Lucy’s number from a village payphone.
When the call connected, tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She sobbed and said, “Mom.. Mom, please save me…
But the voice that answered was Carly’s, haughty and gleeful. “Who are you? This is my mom’s phone, not yours. My mom only has one daughter, and that’s me”
Celine troze
Moments later, Lucy’s soft, doting voice came through.
“Carly, my sweet little princess, it’s your birthday today! Come see the pearl crown I got for you. Your classmates are here and asking for you. Don’t forget to perform that dance for them later, okay?
Carly nodded with joy. “Thanks, Mom!”
His lace twisted with rage. “You little bitch! How dare you run away! You’re mine, got it?”
Breathing heavily, he pinned her down and snapped, “Let’s see if you dare run away again!”
She shook violently, her teeth chattering with terror. Desperately, she reached for a sharp stick she’d kept for protection and drove it into Larry’s eye with all her strength. Larry collapsed, blood pouring from his face. One of his eyes was ruined forever.
Celine personally handed him over to the authorities, and Larry was sentenced to ten years in prison.
Celine closed her eyes, pulling herself free from the suffocating darkness of her past. They said an unhappy childhood took a lifetime to heal.
Over the years, she had worked tirelessly to drag her younger self out of that painful, helpless past.
She was going to save herself.
The evening breeze was cool and refreshing
Around her, couples and friends laughed and strolled down the lively streets. Feeling a sudden chill, Celine crossed her arms and held herself tight. She was all alone.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam)
How can this be,Carly always gets away with everything and Celine intelligence is not working her at all....
Just as I thought. This could go on a few more chapters. But the bond between Fiona amd Celine is undeniable. Even without knowing that they are mother and daughter. Though I'm totally confused. Isn't there any resemblance between Celine and her parents? How couldn't they tell that she was their daughter?...
As expected of the dna results in favor of the wicked carly again.. so frustrating...
I hope the writer of this story will not prolong this…..what happened to the DNA…...
Can you upload more chapters per day, each chapter is very short you always keep us hanging...
Can’t wait for when Nigel will discover Celine is his child...
I was enjoying Celine being a formidable woman until the author put her abuser back in her way to make it seem she is weak willed with no physical control. This saddens me....
Regardless of how "sorry" the abusive man is. His regret is his own burden to carry....
When a woman divorces a man because he ill treated her, authors of these books, should stop making a women look desperate to go back with the abusive man. The real world is not like that. Many many women value themselves too much to return to their abusers....
Please this story is going round in circles……this writer🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️...