“It was you. You’re the one who killed your father! You’re the one who destroyed this family! Sierra, why did you make that call? Why did you get involved with Liam? I hate you. I hate you!”
Yeah, why? Why did fate have to be so cruel to me? I kept asking myself that question, hoping someone could give me an answer.
But no one could.
Overnight, everything changed. I lost my husband. I lost my friends. I lost my parents. I lost the warm, happy home I once had.
And there I was, sitting alone on the street, letting the cold wind cut through me until I felt like nothing but open wounds.
That was when Veronica sent me their maternity check-up photos. The two of them holding hands, looking like a loving married couple—sweet, intimate, complete.
A picture-perfect family.
For a moment, I wanted them gone—both of them. But I still had my mother to take care of. My father was gone, so I couldn’t stay a child forever. I had to carry what was left of this broken home on my own.
So, I asked Liam for a divorce.
And the ridiculous thing was, he refused.
He said he couldn’t bear to lose me, couldn’t bear to throw away our ten years together.