They restored my surname to Cavendish and sent me to the Davis residence.
Carlos obeyed Evie’s every word, and so, an agreement was forged. I would dedicate myself to raising Stephen and ensuring that Evie could rest in peace. In return, they covered my foster mother’s medical expenses, prolonging her life.
I was dragged to the City Hall for a perfunctory marriage registration, no ring, no vows, no ceremony. Just a signature binding me to a man who would never love me.
Seven years. Seven years of a marriage in name only, with a husband who never saw me and a child who saw me as an enemy.
I spoke evenly, my voice devoid of emotion.
“When I entered the Davis family, it was never for love; it was to save my foster mother. We both got what we wanted. Now that she’s gone, I have no reason to stay.”
I paused, then continued, “Stephen doesn’t like me. If I stay, it will only make him more miserable. That wouldn’t be good for the future heir of the Davis family, not for his emotions, not for his mind.”
Hearing that I had been considering Stephen’s best interests, Carlos’s expression finally eased.