I paused for a moment.

How could I forget?

In prison, those happy memories would always show up when I was at my lowest, making both my scarred body and heart ache even more.

They kept reminding me that Edward, the man I loved, was the one who pushed me into hell.

All my suffering was because of him.

Those years inside killed whatever love I had for him.

But I still finished the soup.

These days, I ...