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 find her

He drew closer till he was right before Fanny, his hands that were cold and wet with rain

He tightened his grip!

even more suffocated

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

felt like such a stranger. It felt as if she had never known him, even

the fact that she saw him as a brother in

out from her throat, which was still in his tight

right under

the extreme pain, and forced herself to remain alert as she asked him, wide-eyed, “Why did you say that us losing

it was nothing compared to the pain

was so

felt like daggers piercing

the look on his face even more hideous. “I tendencies. Fanny Smith, you just have to hear it from me despite already knowing

she had accidentally opened

into pieces, leaving behind only hatred and pain.

yell out loud shut

was so overwhelming that she couldn’t open her mouth to

eyes wide like a fish on the verge of death as she lay across the backseat, waiting for Oliver