Candance's POV
When she spoke such hurtful things, I started to cry. I tried to hold it together, but I couldn't. Such phrases always made me cry. I turned back to preparing the dinner as my hands began to shake with sobs, but I cut myself in the process. I made the painful decision to just go with the coffee as I winced. The cup slipped out of my grasp as I clumsily struggled to hold on to it, and it crashed to the ground in a mess of broken pieces with the brown liquid spilling out all over the place. I know Oakley will kill me, thus I was doomed.
His eyes immediately fell on the mess as he entered the kitchen, as if on cue. He was furious.
He moved closer, and I dropped to my knees, still sobbing, pleading with him not to beat me, saying, "I just wanted to build you something
