Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75 A Reminder Of His Past

Chapter 75 A Reminder Of His Past

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It had to be because she’d been caught off guard. What had taken her aback was the sight of Julius’s back, marked with scars. He didn’t look like the golden boy he was supposed to be. If anything, he looked like someone who’d been abused.

Abuse?

And from what little she had glimpsed, those scars didn’t seem new. They had been there for a long time.

Is it possible that he’d suffered those injuries as a child? Who would do that to a kid?

Without thinking, she blurted out, “Who did that to your back?”

“So you did see,” Julius replied, ignoring her question. “But are you upset? Over the scars?”

Oddly enough, hearing him say that calmed her down a bit.

If Julius had been hurt in the past, whoever had done it was probably long gone, or had already paid the price. He was Julius now, head of the Whitethorn family, not some powerless little boy.

“I was upset,” she admitted, “but it’s your personal business. I had no right to pry. I overstepped.”

Julius blinked slowly, then let go of her wrist. “All right,” he said, “go back to your room.”

Quinn stepped back into her room and shut the connecting door.

Julius walked toward the full–length mirror in his room. Turning his back to it, he tilted his head slightly, looking at the thick, raised scars that cut across his skin.

Those were the scars left behind from the lashings.

His father had been desperate to keep his mother from leaving, going so far as to try to tie her down with a child. But it hadn’t worked.

Even though he was their son, his presence hadn’t been enough to stop her from leaving.

So, his father took it out on him.

Each time she rejected him, Julius paid for it with another lash.

These scars could’ve been erased years ago with laser treatments. But he never had them removed. He kept them as a reminder. He would never let anyone hurt him like that again.

Night had fallen, and Quinn lay awake in bed, unable to sleep.

Tomorrow, she would be visiting the Bridger family’s ancestral hall–the same one her grandfather had fought so hard to protect.

It carried the hopes of the Bridger family.

Her grandparents‘ memorial tablets were there, too. She could still remember the few times her whole family had returned to Yarburn. Her father had brought her and her brother there to pay their respects.

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