Bella pov
Hearing the news about Angelo getting married made me depressed, frustrated, and almost willing to end my life.
I stood in front of the mirror, yelling at myself, "what happened to you? All those years and you chose money over the one you love! How dare you? He was your first man! He was your everything. You ever let another man share him with you! You did everything for him."
And I smashed the mirror with my hand.
All I was able to see in that mirror was a slut! Even if Angelo had a hand in turning me to a sinner and slut wife, he didn't force me either. We both made mistakes.
Tha pain in my heart was more than what I felt when the broken glass cut my skin. I screamed until I couldn't form a word. As if all voices vanished. The tears were rolling on my cheeks like rain.
I was slipping down the marble that gave coldness to my knees and my burning body. As if I had a fever. It wasn't me anymore. As if someone stole my happy years and my life.