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ber changed, so did the dangers the fund\u00a0<\/p>\n
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That became one of the most terrifying memories of her childhood\u00a0<\/p>\n
One right, George came home with two of his rowdy friend They laughed and pled, \u201cCergy, why don\u2019t you find yourself a new wife?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gepage chuckled darkly, \u201cI already have a new wife, don\u2019t just need to let her grow up a bit more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two friends exchanged looks, their expressions turning to one of eager interstating, \u201cShe\u2019s so young How come we don\u2019t have the same kind of luck?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Terrified, Wendy ran away from the house, trembling as she dialed Lilian\u2019s number on the public phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The call connected, and as soon as the phone rang, hot tears flooded her eyes before falling like pearls from a broken necklace. Her voice broke as she cried out in desperation, \u201cMom Mom, help me\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the other end, Jessica\u2019s voice rang through, happy and a bit smug, \u201cWho\u2019s this? This phone belongs to my mom, not yours. I\u2019m the only daughter she has!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then Lilian\u2019s gentle, loving voice came through. \u201cJessica, my princess, it\u2019s your birthday today. Come see the pearl crown I got you. Your friends are all here looking for you, and later, you\u2019ll perform a dance for everyone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica eagerly responded, \u201cThanks, Mom!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was Jessica\u2019s birthday.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s heart sank. She hung up the phone in despair. She couldn\u2019t go back to George, so she walked and walked, deeper into the woods,\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the forest, she found Stanley, badly injured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley told her he would take her away. He told her that while no one wanted her, he did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They slept in each other\u2019s arms, but the next morning, Stanley had a high fever and became delirious as he kept muttering, \u201cWater\u2026water\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy, frantic, ran out of the cave to search for herbs and water to help cool him down. When she returned, the cave was empty. He was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy waited for days in that cave, hoping that Stanley, the \u201cBig Brother\u201c, would come for her, believing that he would want her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 77\u00a0<\/p>\n
425 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
But instead, George found her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George had been searching for her ever since she left. He slapped her hard, sending her crashing to the ground, cursing with venom. \u201cYou little tramp, how dare you run away! You belong to me, you understand? You\u2019re here to serve me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Breathing heavily, he pinned her to the ground, tearing at her old, worn dress. \u201cI can\u2019t wait anymore. Let me show you how I\u2019m going to finish you off!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shivering uncontrollably, Wendy barely held it together, her teeth chattering in fear. She managed to grab a nearby branch she had kept for protection and drove the sharp tip of it straight into George\u2019s eye.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He fell to the ground, blood pouring from his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One of his eyes was destroyed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She personally took him to court, where he was sentenced to ten years in prison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy closed her eyes, finally freeing herself from those dark memories. They say a tragic childhood takes a lifetime to heal, and for all these years, she had been healing herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She worked tirelessly, desperately trying to pull the little Wendy out of that painful, helpless past.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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