The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 537

Wesley thought back to the diary Charles had shown him—the one Sandy had written.

She’d hidden it herself, wedged deep between the mattress and box spring.

Aiden had found it when he’d hired someone to clean out the lake house.

He gave it to Charles.

Charles read it, and then passed it on to Wesley.

Wesley could never forget how much his heart ached as he read Sandy’s words.

Sandy had grown crooked.

But it was Dahlia who had twisted her.

She was just a child.

A little girl desperate for her mother’s love.

From the moment she could remember, her biggest wish was for her mom to love her the way other moms loved their children.

She’d thought, if she just did everything her mother asked, if she was good and obedient, maybe one day her mom would love her.

If her mom didn’t love her enough, it had to be because she wasn’t good enough, because she hadn’t done enough to make her mother proud.

So, when Dahlia told her to set up Charlie, she listened.

When Dahlia told her to frame Evelyn, she did it without question.

When her mother asked her to fake an illness and trick Charles into coming over, she did that, too.

Each time Sandy followed Dahlia’s instructions, each time she did it well, her mother would reward her—a new dress, maybe her favorite cinnamon rolls, or just a rare, approving smile.

It only reinforced Sandy’s belief that making Charlie miserable, hurting Evelyn and her daughter, was the right thing to do.

Under Dahlia’s constant, poisonous influence, Sandy’s sense of right and wrong had become completely warped.

It was Dahlia who had destroyed Sandy.

Who had driven her to her death.

The more Wesley thought about it, the colder his eyes became.

He remembered the final line in Sandy’s diary: Mom, I love you so much. Will you please love Sandy too?

“Dahlia, you heartless witch,” Wesley spat, voice trembling with rage. “I wish I could cut your heart open and see if it’s as black as everyone says.”

When she saw Wesley pick up the knife again, terror flooded her eyes, memories of the agony she’d just endured making her tremble even harder.

Her whole body shook.

She didn’t dare move too much.

Tears streamed down her face.

“You know how much she loved me… If she can see you from heaven, she’d never rest in peace knowing you’re doing this to me.”

“You love Sandy so much—you wouldn’t want her to be sad because of what you’re doing, would you?”

“Dahlia, how dare you even say Sandy’s name!”

Her words didn’t soften Wesley’s heart at all—instead, they only made him angrier.

He couldn’t believe, after all Dahlia had done to Sandy, she still had the audacity to use her daughter as a shield.