Chap-58*Maybe I Am Bad.*

Cynthia Dion:  "You brought this trash here at last?" Atticus yelled, turning to face me. He didn't appear surprised or startled; instead, he seemed furious. He also seemed well aware that I was now Mr. Holt's wife. Pointing at my face, he continued, "And you." The fear that surged within me was so paralyzing that I couldn't utter a word. I just stood there, feeling as though my entire world had crumbled. "I warned you to stay away from my brother-in-law and to stop ruining my sister's life over and over again, but you didn't listen. You're going to pay for this," Atticus's menacing threat and his rapid approach towards me compelled me to spring to my feet and wrap my arms around myself. Mr. Holt quickly rose and rushed over to stand between us, ensuring that we couldn't make eye contact. "She's my wife now. You can't treat her like that," Mr. Holt hurriedly interjected. My mind was racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. One of them was why Mr. Holt had pursued me when he kne