Or the woman Stephen resented, the homewrecker he loathed to his very core?
Back then, Carlos and my half-sister were the envy of Ridgeway’s elite, an untouchable golden couple.
Their union wasn’t just a marriage; it was a merger of power, elevating the Cavendish name to the pinnacle of wealth and prestige.
Perhaps their love was so flawless that even the heavens grew resentful because fate dealt Evie a cruel hand. Born without eggs, she could never conceive a child of her own.
But she adored children. She refused to use a stranger’s egg, and her younger sister was still too young. So she turned to me, the desperate woman drowning in debt.
One million dollars. The price of my adoptive mother’s life. The price of my first child.
Then, fate struck again. Evie died unexpectedly.
Before she took her last breath, she feared for Stephen. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone in this world, so she made one final wish.
She asked me to raise him.
The Cavendish family had resisted at first, but their opposition to Carlos marrying outside the family was even stronger. A union with another woman could threaten their interests, so they made their choice.