Just as my wealthy boyfriend and I were talking about getting married, his mother dismissed me as an unrefined girl and demanded I attend a finishing school to learn how to be a proper wife.
Looking at Walker's pleading gaze, I gave in.
I endured relentless psychological and physical torment for three months.
However, on the day I was discharged, I overheard a phone call between Walker and his friend.
"Walker, if you don't want to marry Cecilia, why didn't you just tell her? Why did you have to send her to that hellhole to suffer? That finishing school your family runs is a freaking torture chamber. Constant beatings, electric shocks, forced kneeling for hours… No one comes out of there the same."
"You don't get it. Sandra Eugene is about to get engaged, and I can't risk Cecilia ruining it. As long as Sandra is happy, I don't care who I marry. Cecilia grew up poor, so she can endure a little hardship. Three months of hardship for a lifetime of Jerry money is a fair trade."
My vision blurred with tears when I heard those cruel words from his mouth.
I thought. "Walker, since you loved Sandra so much, why did you have to toy with my feelings?"
