YVONNE’S P.O.V
My body was something I had long stopped caring for.
What was the use, anyway? When my father always made me feel worthless, when Edgar would always talk down to me, and point out my flaws
‘I wish I had a son’
‘A boy would have been more useful to me’
‘Are all girl children always this dumb, or is it just you Yvonne?’
‘For once in your life, you can finally be useful to me. Marry Edgar and prove your worth’
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‘Your hips are too broad. Fix it’
‘Your right breast is bigger than your left, you should do a surgery’
‘You are never wet for me and you don't moan, don't complain if I sleep with someone else’
Those words from my father and Edgar used to ring in my head like a broken record without a pause button, but since Italy...since him, their voice quietened.
The gir
