Love Began with the First Meeting

"Ruby," Becky spat, staring into Molly's eyes with undisguised repulsion.

She had always been strong-willed and domineering.

"You just confirmed what I said before. You're no better than a whore, aren't you? You really took after your mother, you both like enticing men who are already in relationships and destroying their families. You're shameless! Isn't it enough that your mom stole my mom's happiness? Why did you have to destroy my happiness too? Tell me, what sin did we commit to you and your mom in the previous life that you have to make us suffer a lifetime of unhappiness?" Becky asked shrilly, her furious voice directed at Molly.

Shrinking back in fear, Molly stared at Becky's almost demonic face. Looking at Becky's face full of rage and malice, she suddenly remembered the face in her recurring nightmare. Painful childhood memories exploded in her head. Memories that she had buried deep in the recesses of her mind surfaced, making her whole body shiver. Slowly, the fragments of her childhood memories started to gather together, the cruel memories almost made her writhe in agony. She felt as if her whole world had been turned upside down. The explosion of unwanted childhood memories in her head almost made her faint.

Becky strode menacingly towards Molly. Wide-eyed and trembling, Molly retreated backward. Knowing that Molly was the biggest obstacle between herself and Brian ignited Becky's fury. Gnashing her teeth, she turned the full force of her anger at Molly. "Ruby, you and your mom are unscrupulously fond of stealing other women's men, aren't you? You don't care if you're just a means of warming up their beds. It doesn't matter if you're just a toy for them, to play with whenever and however they like. How can you be so shameless? Don't you have even a tiny bit of self-respect?"

a lifetime. A desperate resistance gave her the impetus to retaliate. "Becky, you don't know what you're saying! You have no rights to talk about me and my mom like that. It was your dad that harmed my mom when he got drunk. My mom was innocent, it was him who brought all these miseries upon my mom and me. So why are you putting all the blame on

Becky more. Without warning, her hand flew and connected with

the slap reverberated around the room. Molly's face turned pale, the livid marks of Becky's hand on her cheeks was the only color in her face. Becky glared at her without repentance, her eyes shooting venomous sparks. Shock made Molly stiff, her hand lifted unconsciously on her cheek which had felt numb at the unexpected attack. She felt heat flowing in

feel the sting of unshed tears as it swirled around her eye rims, blurring her

a moment's pause, Becky cooled herself down, "You have no shame," she said in a voice full of

of Becky. Heaving a deep breath, she mustered all the courage she had left and brought her eyes up to look squarely at Becky. "Fortunately, I don't

head held high. Her clenched fists made groove marks in her cold palms. She could still hear Becky shouting incessantly behind her, but she didn't care. All she cared about was going as far away from her as

Yoyo as she walked out of the room. Seeing her pale face and swollen eyes, Yoyo frowned worriedly. "Molly, what happened? You look terrible!

the VIP patient room, Yoyo frowned. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Molly and Becky. Even though the VIP room was sound-proof, she still managed to overhear Becky's