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Chapters (136)
  1. Cover
  2. About This Book
  3. Requiem of the Soul
  4. About This Book
  5. Prologue
  6. 1
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  40. Reparation of Sin
  41. About This Book
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  83. Resurrection of the Heart
  84. About This Book
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  130. Epilogue
  131. Want More of The Society?
  132. Also by Natasha Knight
  133. Also by A. Zavarelli
  134. About A. Zavarelli
  135. About Natasha Knight
  136. Thank you!

And when I look into his eyes, I know what Ivy said is true.

This is not love. This man who I have respected, and admired, and worshipped for so long did not love me. He controlled me. He was the master of strings, and I was the puppet. And even in his absence, he still manages to control those strings. As long as I allow him to dictate my future, he always will.

The weight of the photo pulls my arms down, and gradually, I watch it slip from my grasp, clattering onto the floor as glass shatters around my feet. For a few long moments, I stare at the remnants, and something comes over me that I can't explain. I stagger back, trying to catch my breath, my eyes burning with pain.

My breaths come shallow and then deep, turning to aching howls as I collapse back onto the pew and allow myself to feel the truth of my own emotions. My head collapses into my hands, and moisture leaks from my eyes, dripping down onto the floor.

I don't know how long it goes on for. But with every painful heaving sob, something lighter expands in my chest. I think, perhaps this is what they call relief.

A hand on my shoulder startles me, and when I snap my gaze up, I am shocked to find Antonia standing beside me. Our eyes lock, and humiliation burns my face as she slowly comes around to sit beside me, sliding across the bench like she's approaching a wounded animal.

I dip my head when I feel her studying the broken glass on the floor, the photo of my father lying in tatters.

"I always thought this place could do with some redecorating." Her fingers come to rest on my forearm, a gentility she has always offered me, even when I did not deserve it.

Slowly, I bring my focus back to hers, and I see something I never expected in the softness of her smile. I think she is proud.

"You are a good man, Santiago De La Rosa," she says. "You have always had it in you."

"I think you give me too much credit." I sit up straighter, discreetly wiping my face dry.

"I give credit where it is due. It is long past time you let go of these demons. You are beginning a new life. A life with so many possibilities. You have a beautiful wife who cares for you. A baby on the way. It's a new season. Time to clear away the old growth and make way for the new."