“In front of everyone, make it clear that Atlas has nothing to do with you. You’re just a disgusting woman trying to steal your sister’s man!”
As I listened, my hand slowly tightened. When he compared me to my foster mother in that tone, my mind went blank.
He had once read the investigation file and knew how my foster mother, just to keep my foster father, Stephen Hayes, pleased, could watch without a word as he came into my room at midnight.
And when I cried and fought back, saying I would call the police, she hit me with a vase, leaving a scar on my forehead that would never fade.
Back then, his hands shook and his eyes turned red as he gently touched the scar on my face.
He swore to me in that same tone, “Sienna, anyone who has ever hurt you, I won’t let a single one of them go.”
I let out a faint laugh and spoke calmly. “My adoptive mother is Heidi’s real mother.”
“By what you said, she’s the one who should’ve inherited her mother’s bad side.”
“After all, she’s the one who pretended to be crazy and acted pitiful just to steal her sister’s marriage.”
“Aren’t all of you part of it too?”