Choosing the Right Husband This Time
And when everything was over, he stood at my grave and ended his own life with a bullet.
That memory burned in my mind. I pushed the tray aside and rose to my feet.
"Mom, I want to marry Robert Black."
The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor. "Via, do you even hear yourself? That man is disfigured, violent, and cruel. You cannot ruin your life over a fit of spite!"
I met her gaze, firm and unwavering. "I love him. I want no one else but him."
Silence suffocated the room. My mother let out a long, weary sigh. "Very well. This is your choice. But you are my daughter, and I won't let anyone mistreat you."