Chap-192*The Unfiltered Anger*

Cynthia Dion: "Do you realize the toll this time has taken on me? Atticus! I can't erase the memory of how you branded me and then abandoned me to the whims of that brute. I was terrified when he whisked me away on my honeymoon and unveiled the test results for my pregnancy. I was torn, unsure whether to rejoice or weep because he had discovered the truth. I was by myself, and the father of my child was --," forgiving him was an uphill battle. Each time I believe I've made progress, I regress to that period, recalling one detail or another. "Why? Why did you subject me to that? Why didn't the punishment cease? Why not just reveal whatever evidence you have, allowing me a fair chance to present my side, and then, if I couldn't prove my innocence, end it all by killing me? Why?" I found myself in tears once more. Every victory I achieve is tainted by the memory of all I've lost. "You murdered your own father after he -- killed your sister," he sank onto the bed, running his hands over hi