"And you believe that to make any difference?!" Valencia shouted. He could have been twelve when married and it wouldn't have made a difference to their current circumstances. "You ruined me! You destroyed my chances for a family and a life! I don't care what your excuses are!"
The truth of his intentions hit her then like a freight train. This was why she hadn't met his family, why her letter to his mother was never returned, why he was so insistent they wouldn't attend the wedding. This was why their honeymoon and the immediate days after had the air of a last minute plan. Don Juan had known he wasn't free to marry, he'd known his family wouldn't stand for him being a bigamist, and he'd done it anyway.
A scream tore from her chest as she reached for the nearest item (the lamp from his nightstand) and aimed it at his head. Her lover was nothing but a master manipulator with his beautiful words and crafty apologies. Valencia should've known better, she should've seen this coming somehow. She should've listened to her brother.
The truth of his intentions hit her then like a freight train. This was why she hadn't met his family, why her letter to his mother was never returned, why he was so insistent they wouldn't attend the wedding. This was why their honeymoon and the immediate days after had the air of a last minute plan. Don Juan had known he wasn't free to marry, he'd known his family wouldn't stand for him being a bigamist, and he'd done it anyway.
A scream tore from her chest as she reached for the nearest item (the lamp from his nightstand) and aimed it at his head. Her lover was nothing but a master manipulator with his beautiful words and crafty apologies. Valencia should've known better, she should've seen this coming somehow. She should've listened to her brother.