NovelEnglishChapter 365 She had no idea when those two even got together, but seeing Mila so happy, she never questioned it.
Who could have imagined-it was all a lie.
Every bit of it was fake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd she, Mila's closest friend, had somehow missed every silent cry for help, again and again, leaving Mila to suffer through her own private hell for seven long years.
Seven years. That's a lifetime.
Miranda's throat tightened. She clenched her fist and gently thumped Mila's back, her words trembling with anger and heartbreak, her tears streaming down unchecked. "How could you not tell me? How could you! I'm so mad at you right now. Why didn't you say anything? How could he do this to you... You-how could you go through so much alone..." She knew Mila had always had a hard road, every step a struggle.
But she never imagined that, years ago-seven years ago-Mila had been struck by something so devastating, her mind manipulated, left completely alone to endure it in the shadows.
How hopeless must that have felt? Mila's eyes filled with tears, but her heart felt warm from Miranda's embrace. She gently stroked Miranda's back, her voice soft and soothing. "It's okay. It's all in the past now. I'm alright-I really am." "How could you possibly be alright?" Miranda was crying so hard she could barely speak. "Seven years, Mila! Seven years—just you, alone, living with that monster every day. How terrifying that must have been." "It's alright. Back then, I didn't even realize what was happening." Mila wanted to say more, but emotion caught in her throat. She didn't know back then, it was true-but did that make the pain any less? No.
But the strangest thing was, if no one ever held her and said, "How could you bear so much?" she might never have realized how much she'd suffered. Was it really that bad? After a lifetof pain, she'd grown numb-so numb she barely noticed it anymore.
Was it really this hard? She hugged Miranda tightly, just like she did years ago, that day she walked out of the police station feeling like she couldn't go on. She held onto the sfriend, finding redemption all over again.
"Thank you for crying for me, Miranda. I don't hurt anymore." She was grateful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSomeone cried for her, laughed for her, kept her in their heart. She wasn't alone- not in this world, not when there were people who cared, people who would stay by her side... so many of them.
Miranda broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Alright, alright, look at you-crying like a little raccoon." Mila handed Miranda a tissue, teasingly brushed her nose, pinched her cheek, trying to cheer her up-only to have her hand smacked away.
"If you ever keep something like this fromagain, I'm not " Miranda started, then quickly corrected herself, "I'm not speaking to you ever again!" "Alright, alright." "No, that's not good enough." Miranda changed her tune, face suddenly serious. "There better not be a next time!" Mila smiled. "There won't be."
"But Mila-" Miranda sniffed, dabbing her eyes and nose, her tone turning somber, "Honestly, the sooner you Honestly, the get divorced, the better. I still say you should talk to Forrest. You keep saying you can't face him, but weren't you both victims back then?"
And, never missing a chance for a jab, Miranda muttered "Lysander, that bastard!
"Anyway, don't go making decisions for other people, alright? Go find him. Talk to him, really talk. See what he NO thinks. Whether you two drift apart or find a way through it-that's up to both of you." "If it's over, then we'll figure out what to do next." She was right. Overthinking would never solve anything. Sooner or later, this wound had to be healed. Mila nodded. "Okay." But before she could even reach out- Forrest found her first.
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