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GLENDA'S POV

“Get out of here!”

Those were the last words I said to Maurice. He left the room when I began throwing pillows at him. He never said anything and I never saw him again for days until the wedding.

I kept to myself and remained in the room for most of the time. I asked to have meals sent up to me. And when Jane would insist I came down for some fresh air, I avoided Maurice like a plaque.

I think he did the same. Avoid me. Because I never once caught a glimpse of him even by mistake.

I missed him. It was a sad truth I hated to admit, despite the fact that I was mad at him.

Maurice had said hurtful things to me. He insulted me and questioned my character. How could he think so lowly of me?

I cried myself to sleep every night. The words Maurice had hurled at me had to be counted as one of the most hurtful things to happen in my life.

I couldn't believe how I went from happy to deep immersed sadness so quickly. I was beginning to think I had gone past that cruel phase of my li