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!"

towards the taxi by her hair

ask because she knew where they

corner of the car's back seat

going back to that

sold her

She couldn't escape

the

was much quieter than in the

the car, he pulled his daughter into the

waiting for them with a glass of wine in

was dimly lit

watched quietly as Clayton pulled Ayla

found

down along with him as they kneeled in front of

dignity in

Brian didn't respond.

then put down the glass, and

you are

the sofa and

and the cream stains all over her face, he asked, "Whom did you hook up with this time? Perhaps,

didn't hook

Ayla lowered her eyes.

him made her

had escaped, maybe which was

wasn't all her

was her right, which he was

"Really?"

cream on her face and hair, Brian asked, "What is

it's all her fault.Please let me go now.She

but in a firm tone, "I told you I want to be free.Give me some time and I'll make up for what I owe you, but give me freedom.That's all I

want to go back to his

want to

arm and pulled

wants her freedom,

life

at her, hinting

she was talking about? They had lost all their money,

could they be longing

be

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

"No! No! Mr.Clark."

Clayton panicked.

finished his words, two men came over with thick wood sticks and began hitting

couldn't help but

please

was the first time that Ayla had seen such a

himself another drink and

please let him go.Let my father go.Okay! Okay! I will listen to

saw Clayton's condition with horror-stricken