Chapter 15 I stood frozen , staring wide - eyed at Damian , who stared at me with a grim look on his face . The man I had loved for twenty years - since I was just five years old - had slapped me for Eleanor and Maureen . No matter what they did , I was always the one to be punished . Why ? " Aurora ... " Seeming startled by his own violence , he stepped forward , his hand lifting as if to touch my stinging cheek , his voice softening . " I'm sorry . I ... just wanted to calm you down . " I took a few steps back , my eyes locking with his . I questioned sternly , " That was all I had left of my daughter . Why did they have to take that from me , too ? Give her back to me ! Make them give my daughter back ! " I roared at him , who was apparently utterly lost , my broken voice filled with desperation . Then I suddenly remembered something . I stumbled toward the urn and collapsed to my knees , frantically trying to scoop the ashes back inside . But I couldn't . They were too fine and scattered . I realized - I had lost my precious baby girl forever . My tears fell onto the ashes , turning them into dark , ugly patches , a wound that would never heal . 06042 Chapter 15 Meanwhile , Damian was holding Maureen in his arms , checking if she had been hurt . But what about my baby ? He didn't even glance at the ashes again . Did he feel no pain at all ? He was the one who proposed to me , and he and his mother were the ones who urged me to get pregnant . How come I ended up being the only one suffering now ? As my gaze swept across a golf club beside the sofa , I strode over , picked it up , and headed to the chapel . Maureen and Eleanor ruined the thing I held dear . Since I couldn't kill them , I might as well ruin what was most important to Damian . He should feel the same excruciating pain . As the club hit the Jesus statue time and again , it broke into pieces , scattering on the floor . Years ago , Damian had spent a fortune commissioning the design and construction of this chapel , along with everything inside it . I swung the club frantically , the shattering sounds echoing the screams inside me . Blasphemy ? Karma ? Nothing held any meaning for me anymore . If there was such a thing as karma , how come Maureen and Eleanor were still very much alive ? By the time Damian reacted and rushed to the chapel , all that greeted him was a total mess - and me , the madwoman who wouldn't stop until she ruined everything . 31.004 " Aurora ! " Lost in a rage , he stormed over , ripped the club from my grasp , and flung it aside . His hand rose , poised to strike . But the slap never came . I smiled coldly , " What's stopping you ? " While he remained motionless , not knowing what to say , I slapped him. hard . It was what he owed me and my daughter . And it was nowhere near enough . If only he had been the same sad as I was , if only his sorrow had mirrored . mine ... I wouldn't have been this devastated . But , throughout this whole time , all his concern was reserved for Maureen and Eleanor . Not a single tear did he ever shed for our little girl . He licked the blood from the corner of his lips and coldly ordered , " Aurora has lost her mind . Take her back to the room and let her calm down . " Everything that had happened exhausted me . I no longer had the strength to resist and just dragged my feet and let them lead me back to my room . Before I left , Eleanor's voice rang out behind me . " Dami , look at my face- how am I supposed to film next month looking like this ? Maureen didn't mean any of this . She's just a kid . Why did Ms. Whitmore react so drastically ? Others might think she's crazy . " 67 213