The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I'm stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him.Only then would you have admitted, right? Bitch!" Molly sneered.

"You're even flirting with each other in public.How could you tell me that I'm misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?"

Molly's eyes darted towards the cake on the table.

"I'll let you eat it then!"

As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Ayla's face.

All the cream got stuck on Ayla's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone.

Ayla didn't know how to react after this.

She just sat there inadaze.

"Bitch, don't let me see you again!"

Molly pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left.

There was cream all over Ayla's face.

She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone's gaze on her, then left the restaurant.

Walking on the road in a daze, she felt so alone in this whole world.

She couldn't go back to Toby's apartment, so where would she go now? She had nowhere to go.

Despite the world being so big, there was no place for her to stay.

Her life was so pathetic.

Her eyes welled up, but she stubbornly didn't let her tears fall.

Crying couldn't solve her problem.

Meanwhile, Clayton went to her school to ask about Ayla.

But both the school authority and her friends couldn't give any information about her.

After that, he began searching for her on the roads.

Where was she? While Ayla was walking aimlessly on the Melody Road, keeping her head down, Clayton found her.

"You're such a bitch!"

Seeing her, Clayton immediately came over and pulled her hair.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

Ayla grabbed his hand and endured the pain, but winced when she saw the bruises on Clayton's face.

No wonder that he would vent his anger on her.

"What am I doing here? I am here because of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to face these dire consequences!"

pulled her towards the taxi by

to ask because she knew where they were

in a corner of the car's back seat and waited for her inevitable

back

sold her to

else could she go? She couldn't escape from that

the gate of a luxurious

the club was much quieter than in the night, but

car, he pulled his daughter into the club by her hair, ignoring the surprised gazes

room, Brian was waiting for them with a glass of wine

room was dimly lit by floor

as Clayton pulled

found

down along with him as they kneeled in front of

was no dignity in

Brian didn't respond.

the wine lazily, then put down the glass, and focused on the two

Mrs.Clark, you are

sofa

her face, he asked, "Whom did you hook up with this time? Perhaps,

didn't hook

Ayla lowered her eyes.

gaze of him made her not want to

had escaped, maybe

it wasn't all

for freedom was her right, which

"Really?"

face and hair, Brian asked, "What is this all

let me go now.She won't run away

said quietly but in a firm tone, "I told you I want to be

to go back to his

want to

grabbed her arm

her freedom, what do you

won't.Her life is yours,

hinting to stop

about? They had lost all their money, and

be longing for freedom!

to be free? Okay

at Ayla and said, "But your freedom depends on whether you are willing to sacrifice your

"No! No! Mr.Clark."

Clayton panicked.

soon as he finished his words, two men came over with

but scream

Mr.Clark, please

the first time that Ayla

be so cruel? Brian poured himself another drink and drank calmly as

go.Let my father go.Okay! Okay! I will listen to

Clayton's condition with