Chapter 273. Pure Hatred

Martina POV

The kind expression on his face was like a magnet that drew me out. 

For the first time in years, I now have the chance to tell Marcus what was in my heart and mind.

“You knew that I grew up in an orphanage, right?”

When he nodded, I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

Reliving those past years leaves an ache in my chest. I feel suffocated by the memories. 

“Every time children line up before potential families for adoption, and I won’t be selected, I feel rejected. I wanted to have a family. I craved it so much.”

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