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 co
