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!"

taxi by her

need to ask because she knew where

car's back seat

back to that

had sold

else could she go? She couldn't escape

stopped at the gate of a luxurious

was much quieter than

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

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

was dimly lit by

quietly as Clayton pulled Ayla

I've found

down along with him

was no dignity in his

Brian didn't respond.

down the glass, and focused

Mrs.Clark, you are really

from the sofa

her cheek and the cream stains all over her face, he asked, "Whom did you hook up

hook

Ayla lowered her eyes.

made

had escaped, maybe which was

it wasn't

freedom was her right, which he was reluctant to give

"Really?"

on her face and hair, Brian asked, "What is this all about then? Do you think I'm a

me go now.She won't

be free.Give me some time

want to go back to his

to

arm and pulled her

your daughter wants her

she won't.Her life

her, hinting to stop talking

lost all their money,

could they be

want to be free?

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

"No! No! Mr.Clark."

Clayton panicked.

he finished his words, two men came over with thick wood

couldn't help but scream in

Mr.Clark, please

first time that Ayla had seen such a

so cruel? Brian poured himself another drink and drank calmly as if nothing

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

condition with