With each rough kiss, each push and pull, and each aggressive caress, he moaned a name that wasn't mine. "Tiana… Tiana Blesly." My sister.
Yes, my fated mate loves my sister, and their infidelity has never been hidden from me.
When he found out that encounter got me pregnant, Ashton did everything he could to make me abort the pup. But I was determined to keep it, no matter what he said.
When Bryan was born, it became painfully clear that Ashton had no intention of being a father.
He never showed a single ounce of care for our son—not on his first birthday, not when he got sick, and not when his condition worsened.
Not even on the day Bryan died.
It was at that moment that I realized… loving him, staying with him, was no longer worth the pain.
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By the time I reached the mansion, the rain had already stopped. I am here to gather Bryan's belongings.
Before I opened the front door, I paused, wiping away the last of my tears.
It didn't surprise me to find Ashton and Tiana in each other's arms, laughing and cuddling on the couch, completely unbothered by my presence.
The bastard's still unaware of his son's death.
Ashton looked up at me with irritation. "What are you staring at, Kathryn?"