He finally said the words I had waited five years for, and I chose to believe him without hesitation.
Just when I was overjoyed and thought that he was finally coming back to our family, Ian knocked me out with a stick on the day of Carol's funeral and dragged me to Carol's tombstone.
Ian's eyes no longer showed the same indifference as before but only hatred.
Ian's eyes no longer showed the same indifference as before but only hatred.
The moment I opened my eyes from unconsciousness, Ian stabbed the dagger he had polished by hand for seven days into my heart.
I kept struggling in pain, unable to utter a single word of pleading for mercy.
Ian turned the hilt of his knife forcefully, his eyes filled with hatred.
He looked so paranoid as a madman who had lost the love of his life.
Ian watched mercilessly as the skin of my wound blurred, and I was drenched in blood.
Only a second before I lost consciousness, Ian said slowly, "Why did you have to call me? How would I change the outcome if I rushed to the hospital?
"l'll never see Bella again for the rest of my life just because of a few pictures of you!