y, and I was relegated to the guest room, a prisoner in my own home while I finalized my move.

ust the way she liked it. He' d run her a bath, making sure the temperature was perfect. It was a bitter sight, a constant, twisting reminder of ev

le bruise on my arm, a lingering mar

of something like concern in

. "Liam, honey! Can you get me a glass of water? And maybe s

laced by an urgent need to cater to her. "Of course, sweetheart," he called

cific dish: lemon-herb roasted chicken. It was the first meal I had eve

hing me with a strained, apologetic look. "Chloe's been asking

who had destroyed my life. The bitterness rose in my throat, choking me. But I saw the pleading in his eyes, the d

said, my v

ingers fumbling with the knife, our laughter filling the small space. Now, the kitchen was silent, the memory a ghost mocking me. I served the chicken, watching

peared at the apartment door. Liam' s father

s father said, his voic

looked at Liam, my eyes wide with confusion and

. He just stared at a sp

he doctor said she had some minor bleeding. It was the chicke

eaten the same chicken. "That'

u are a barren, jealous woman. You wil

n the doorway, a faint-smirk on her face. Liam still hadn' t

owned by the Miller family. Liam

leaded, his voice barely a whisper. But there

voice raw with desperation. "Liam, y

into anger. "The doctor confirmed she had a complication

ing louder, his accusations more wild.

straight up to me, her eyes burning with hatred, and slapped

d woman,"

w and menacing. He nodded to the men who had brought me here. "Take her to the

d motionless, his face a blank canvas. He watched them take me, his eyes empty. He did nothing.