CHAPTER 137

CHARLOTTE'S POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I peeled off the bandages on my skin. My tears fell silently as I inspected the wounds on my chest. It doesn't sting anymore.

But what stings is the fact that I'm now bruised and battered. How would I face Owen after this? What if he hates me because of this? What if he finds me ugly?

So many what-ifs and whys ran through my head. Why did this happen to me? Why me?

When I took off all the bandages, I couldn't stifle the sob that wrecked out of me. My arms were designed with ugly red cuts that ran all the way to my wrist.

“He wouldn't love you anymore. You're damaged just like Michael wanted. He's gonna hate you for sure.” I said to myself in the mirror as I cried softly.

The thought of Owen looking at me in disgust and hatred caused my heart to clench tight in pain, and I let out a painful gasp as my sobs became louder.

I placed a hand over my mouth so that Owen wouldn't hear me but my heart sank when I heard a knock on the ba