But Aria couldn't take my harshness anymore and ended up crying in frustration.
If my brother hadn't passed away early, Aria would have almost married him.
My parents pitied her too, but they didn't dare touch my wounded heart.
I didn't know what was wrong with me; my temper was like an uncontrolled flood, surging out.
I only felt that by hurting those around me every day, I could prove that they still loved me.
After nearly a month of this self-torment, I suggested to my husband that we go to the island where we honeymooned to relax.
I'd always loved the sea.
Three years ago, on the beach, I accepted Charlie's proposal.
I wanted to return to the sea, hoping to rekindle the romantic memories we once had.
I had been too depressed and irritable during this time, unknowingly hurting the people closest to me.
That unexpected car accident ruined me, but it had nothing to do with my family—how could I vent my anger on them?
While watching the sea with Charlie, I tried to let go of my resentment and embrace a new life.
But how could that be easy? I still endured each day in agony.
Until tonight, when I received that mysterious call.