Julian’s Stand-In Wife

She saw the man she loved since she was young look at her with coldness she couldn’t even imagine possible.

It was a chill that pierced straight to the bones.

The kind of chill that came from being flung into the deep end of the ocean, and almost drowning in it.

“Why do you find it disgusting?” Fanny demanded.

Since she lost her baby, Oliver didn’t offer a single word of comfort, not to mention show any concern for her body.

She already felt so insignificant and lowly. She felt miserable to no end, and pain filled her heart too.

She looked at him, and asked again, “Why do you find it disgusting?”

Fanny clenched her fists, curling her body up into a ball as she stood in a stance clear opposing Oliver.

Her expression was broken, telling of her sorrow and confusion.

And…

Hatred that billowed like waves inside her.

show any concern for her. She even had to ask him why he

did he find her calling

which made him look even more menacing. He drew closer till he was right before Fanny, his hands that were

He tightened his grip!

intensify. She felt even more

man who strangled her at her weakest and while she was on the verge

felt as if she had never known

saw him as a brother in her heart, the man who slept

squeezed her words out from her throat, which was still in his tight grip.

was right under

as she asked him,

was still throbbing with pain, but it was nothing compared

face was

felt like daggers

Fanny Smith, you just have to hear it from

a feeling she had

pieces, leaving behind only hatred and pain. The happiness they finally managed to find between them would vanish into

out

felt in her body was so overwhelming that she couldn’t

only open her eyes wide like a fish on the verge of death as she lay across the backseat, waiting for Oliver to throw out that bait that was