Let go no longer love, hate my boyfriend waiting for me on the road to hell

Julian’s young niece had been stalked, brutally violated, and died a horrific death.

And he made me strip bare, forcing me to my knees in front of her memorial service, demanding I beg for forgiveness.

My arms instinctively crossed over my chest, trying desperately to cover myself, but Julian just gave a chilling smirk. His cold, heartless voice shattered the last shred of my hope.

“Harper, why wasn't it *you* who died?”

He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach.