Chapter 2 Chapter 2 During my time in prison for Edward , Id had my head cracked open . I was allergic to anesthesia and hadnt felt any pain eve with thirty stitches , but now the pain was so intense my vision went dark . Fighting through the agony , I trembled as I grabbed a corner your uncle . This veil was custom made for me . I didnt steal the veil and said firmly , Edward , Ill say it one more time today is my wedding with Before I could finish , Edward grabbed my face and violently pulled at my mouth , Uncle is the head of the entire family . Without his word , even my parents dont dare speak . Caroline , what makes a woman whos been to prison think shes worthy of him ? warning you spread more rumors and tearing your mouth wont be the worst of it . He let go . I stumbled , crashing into a shelf , and my grandmothers memorial photo fell to the ground . I frantically picked it up , wiped off the dust , and carefully held it to my chest . My mother said grandmothers last wish before passing was to see me get married , and shed specially taken this photo with her brightest smile for it . Who would have thought the wedding hadnt even started and Edward had already ruined it . As tears welled up and before my resentment could subside , Emilys pitiful voice came from the doorway , Carol , I know you dont want Ed to marry me , but why would you deliberately bring grandmothers memorial photo to ruin my wedding ? Doing this is like cursing my future children with Ed . It will only make brother Ed hate you more . Carol , please stop this and give me grandmothers photo , Ill put it away for you . Get away ! Dont touch me ! Emily tried to grab it , and I turned away to dodge , but she gripped my arm tightly and whispered , Caroline , now youre crying ? Where were these tears when you were killing someone ? Dont you know that old hag was still muttering your name even when she was confused on her deathbed ? Emilys words pierced my heart like a sword , making my fingertips tremble with pain . Before I could react , she suddenly grabbed my hand and fell backward , scraping her palms red on the ground . The woman cried with tears streaming down her face , Carol , I was trying to help you , why did you push me ? Oh , brother Ed , my stomach hurts did I hefirt the baby ? Emily , stop playing these games Ah ! A heavy kick to my chest sent me crashing to the ground , my palms instantly scraped bloody . Edward gently helped Emily up , showing a tenderness in his eyes Id never seen before . He stepped on my grandmothers memorial photo , glaring down at me , Caroline , how dare you push Emily ? Dont you know shes carrying my child ? And bringing a dead persons photo to ruin my wedding with Emily . Ill teach you to scheme ! To bring this here ! Edward repeatedly stomped on grandmothers photo , not stopping even as the glass shards tore through her kind smile . Stop , Edward , stop ! I wont let you disrespect grandmother ! I reached out to protect the photo , but his foot came down anyway . Glass pierced my palm , nearly making me faint from pain . Edward pressed down hard on the back of my hand , instantly jolting me back to consciousness . He grabbed my face , his thumb pressing deliberately into the wound hed just torn . The excruciating pain filled me with despair , and I spat blood at Edward , Edward , if you have the guts , torture me to death today . Otherwise , Ill never let this go . 19:31 His Scapegoat , his Fiancée , his Aunt 2.59 % Chapter 2 Torture a woman whos been to prison ? Wouldnt that dirty my and Emilys wedding ? Harm my child ? Edward released me and stepped back , standing half a meter away . He kicked aside my injured hand and picked up the damaged frame , smashing it against the wall . Grandmothers photo was reduced to just a flimsy piece of paper . Realizing what Edward was about to do , I looked up in horror , What are you doing ? Edward , I wont let you disrespect grandmother ! Stop , stop ! The lit lighter hovered beneath the photo as he gave me a mocking smile , Caroline , if youre going to beg , do it properly .
