Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: 145-He Is A Women Beater

Verity:

"When I was asked to choose between you and staying with your stepfather, it wasn’t just about that. Under your stepfather’s protection, I was safe. If I had left with you and your brother, those videos would have been released. I would have been imprisoned for being a whore. Then you both would have been sent to the whorehouse with me. You know the rules."

She was right.

According to the laws our ancestors had made, if a woman was declared a whore, she could either be sent to the whorehouse or imprisoned.

She was allowed to choose.

But if her children were under eighteen and had no other family to take them in, they would be sent with her.

"So if you want to punish me, punish me, Verity. But please understand, I was a victim too."

As she finished speaking, I stood up from the couch.

"I came to see you. I’m glad you’re okay."

I don’t know why I couldn’t say anything else to her.

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at me, as though she wanted me to say more, as though she wanted me to comfort her.

I knew I should have.

I just couldn’t.

I picked up my bag and wheeled it outside.

The moment I stepped onto the road, guilt hit me hard.

I pulled out my phone and typed a message to her.

Me: You’re truly brave, Mother. Maybe I got that strength from you. We will meet again. It’s just that I’m working double shifts right now, but I’ll come during the holidays and spend time with you.

I hit Send, and relief washed over me.

My mother’s reply came almost immediately, as if she had been staring at our chat.

Their Mom: Thank you so much, Verity, for giving me a chance.

After reading it, I took a deep breath and continued my journey back to the place where it had all begun, the place of revenge.

When I arrived home, I was shocked to find Roman already standing outside.

It looked like he had been waiting for me.

I got out of the cab and walked toward the door.

He stopped pacing and immediately headed toward me.

"Why weren’t you answering my calls?" he asked, his eyes dropping to my wheeled bag. "Where are you coming from?" His eyebrows knitted together.

I avoided him and started unlocking the door.

"Can you please look away?" I asked, wanting to enter the passcode.

"No. I’m your boyfriend. The fact that I don’t even have a second key– do you have any idea how embarrassed I was in front of the neighbors?" he asked in one long breath, as though he was afraid that if he stopped talking, I would disappear again.

"Roman, do you want to make a scene here?" I asked softly.

He continued glaring at me before finally turning around.

I quickly entered the passcode, opened the door, and stepped inside.

The first thing that crossed my mind was to shut the door in his face.

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