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Chapter 14This world is too quick to judge and too late to understand Margaret Atwood I froze in my tracks, my pulse hammering in my ears. Seeing my father standing in the foyer of the minister's house was like watching the gates of hell swing open. His smile, the one that used to bring me comfort as a little girl, now sent cold dread spiraling down my spine. I instinctively shrank back, my steps faltering as my mind raced to make sense of his sudden presence.Why was he here? Did he know?"Zeynep, my daughter," he called out warmly, spreading his arms as if expecting me to run into them.I wanted to run, all right. Just not toward him.Every memory of his fury surged forward, unbidden: the sting of his belt against my skin, his booming voice tearing through the house, the way my mother cowered in silence whenever his anger flared. And now, standing here, I was no longer the little girl who had sobbed into her pillow at night. I was
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Last Updated : 2025-01-22Divinity's Decent chapter 18
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Chapter 21 "Regret is insight that comes a moment too late." — UnknownMy biggest regret was never returning to finish school. After all the drama of the first few years, I’d been too frightened to bring it up with the minister,and he’d never suggested it either. And with each passing year, I felt less and less inclined. The thought of peering with people growing progressively younger than me had no appeal whatsoever.Generally, I had grown accustomed to my life. It wasn’t the best, but I had become comfortable with it. I wasn’t losing out on anything.Or so I thought.It was Christmas of 2003, the year I turned 23. As was our habit, I accompanied the minister for a high society wedding in france. The son of Dr. Steven, the owner of the only hospital in Boston, was marrying a girl from another esteemed medical family in the UK. It had been just like any other high society political wedding, but the moment I clapped eyes on the b
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