From Brokenness to Bliss: My Peaceful Choice

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k at my tear-stained face and rumpled dress but asked no

past memories: the restaurant of our first date, the park where he proposed. No

I turned off my phone, severing

was filled with white ribbons, custom champagne flutes, and other "bridal suite" decorations

ged my heavy footsteps and began packing my bags without any emotion.

to album Harding had given me. Opening it, the photos showed us looking so in lov

g for the girl in those photos who once believed in true love and f

threw this dead relic

m door burst open. Harding stood there pant

ver and grabbed me, angry and desperate

this city. I'

grip. "You're being too impu

t this time, Harding. You had a baby with another woman. And i

" he pleaded, his voice rising. "We can still be to

plan. Do you want to know what I am right now? I am free. Fre

your mother ran off with someone back then, breaking your father's heart. You'

punch, cruelly tearing open

who didn't love her; she chose her own happiness. And I am going to do the exact

d eyes. "Isla, please don't go. I know I was wrong. For the sake of

t touch me! Any bond we had wa

ng herself forward to block the door

toward the exit. She stumbled

ve me a hard push. I lost my balance, and my head sla

ll like a needle, and my vi

o see if I was okay. He knelt beside Camilla,

you hurt?" he asked anxiousl

ainst his chest. "My head...

er. "Look at what you've done, Isla! You're always like t

rms around her, and escorted her out of the r

a doctor. You might

nd as he left, he slammed the

h pain, my vision blurred. On the wall hung a large

y another. But this wasn't crying out of

em. My heart was completely cold, but

ked out of the apartment,

s still waiting do

?" the dr

as far away as possible..