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They say that the vengeance belongs to the Lord. I have always believed that. I wore the veil and recited the prayers, convinced that those will keep my purity white as the angel's wings. But that was before I met him-before I woke in that cold silent room, my body aching and my faith shattered into dust.

I was no longer a bride of Christ. I would be his bride, and I will take him down piece by piece like a fucking domino. I will make him pay and I will use his blood to draw a cross on every scar he left on me because that night, I made a vow-one I would keep until death do us part.

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