Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting, Now He Regrets. novel Chapter 52

The night was carrying a certain silence in its presence. Even the moon was hidden behind the darkest of the clouds. And in this dark deep silencing night she was trying to search herself.

Numb was the only thing she felt. Deprived of any feelings.

The only thing going inside her mind in a continuous cycle, was the question to which she wasn't getting any reasonable answer.

Why me?

Why all these things happened to her, what was her fault. What did she ever do to deserve such cruelty. Why her. Why her life was destroyed, why she couldn't see any hope for herself. Why she wasn't able to save herself.

Why?

The answer she'll get from her conscience will always be the same. It was written in her stars. It was in her fate. It was meant to be, so it happened. What can she do against it, she can't fight it neither she can stop it. So what can she do?

Accept it!

Never! She will never accept such cruelness, such torture and hatred. She won't accept it. She wanted to think of all this as a reasonable person.

What is the cause of her misery? It was pretty obvious that it was non other than Andrew Williams.

Her husband, whom she was finally accepting or even already accepted. Instead of him kidnapping her, torturing her, abusing her, branding her. She was still so forgiving. She was ready to gave him a chance. She accepted him. When, everything was slowly falling into it's place. Then why he did this to her. Why taking her last hope away from her. But now what was left?

Nothing!

Every one has a limit of endurance after that the person reached to their breaking point. And for her, she was already broken.

What was left for her? Nothing! She is a completely broken person now.

Now she didn't have anything to lose. He had taken everything from her. Her family, her freedom, her virginity, her voice. Nothing is left, he succeeded in making her, his property.

A thing!

Just a mere thing, a toy the only difference is that this toy can breathe. This toy had feelings once, but now it's numb from all emotions.

Life?

What is the meaning of life? She heard it once from her mother when she asked her. The answer she got from her mother is still crystal clear in her memories. Her mother told her.

"The meaning of life is simple to give your life a meaning."

Now when she ponders on this thought, what is the meaning of her life now? The answer she got was blank. Did that means her life didn't have any meaning now?

Then what's the point of living?