Flashbacks And Deep Regrets

"My father was a bastard. A very big one." Bryce muttered and Hera swallowed. She wasn't used to such vulgar words but he was hurt so she would let him. If this is the way he wanted to express himself and let out all the pain, then she would encourage him as long as he felt better afterwards. "My mother and father were not always in love as I had imagined. They were forced to get married by their parents and had always pretended to be together for public eyes."

"My dad was an abuser and a manipulator." He said at last. "I didn't know because mom was so good at hiding it. He would protray her to the world as someone who was mentally unstable and couldn't put her shit together. She would cover her scars with dresses, wear heavy make-up and would smile to the media that she was okay. Everyone thought that her marriage was heaven on earth, but they didn't know half the shit that happened at home behind closed doors."

The more he spoke, the more he gripped her hands tightly. Hera felt his