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!"

her towards the taxi by her hair and pushed

because she

in a corner of the car's back seat and

back

sold her to

else could she go? She couldn't escape

stopped at the gate of a

the club was much quieter than

he pulled his daughter into the club

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

lit by

as Clayton pulled Ayla

I've found

with him as they kneeled

no dignity in his

Brian didn't respond.

put down the glass, and focused on the two people in front of

you are really

the sofa and walked

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

didn't hook up

Ayla lowered her eyes.

hateful gaze of him made her not want to face

escaped, maybe

wasn't

was her right, which he was reluctant to give

"Really?"

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

her fault.Please let me go now.She won't run away again,"

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

didn't want to go back to

didn't want to lose

her arm and pulled her

wants her freedom, what

life

her, hinting

she was talking about? They had lost all their

they be

to be

and said, "But your freedom depends

"No! No! Mr.Clark."

Clayton panicked.

his words, two men came

help but

Mr.Clark, please

was the first time that Ayla had

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

my father go.Okay!

condition with