At that moment, I finally felt what it meant to have a family. I was no longer an orphan. I had my parents with me, and they would
never abandon me.
When I had been young, I had often sat in a corner of the orphanage, staring at the cracked walls.
One by one, the other children had been adopted, finding their own families. But no one had ever come for me.
Even as I had grown up, I had always been alone. No matter how hard life got, I had endured it on my own.
Then, Caleb came into my life, like a ray of light cutting through the darkness.
No one could truly understand how deeply someone who had lived in the shadows craved the warmth of the sun or how desperately someone who had been ignored for so long yearned to be loved.
I cherished his love as if it were my lifeline. I never wanted the title of Mrs. Lawson–I only ever wanted to be his wife.
By all rights, I should have hated him. I should have hated him for hurting me and our baby, all because of Yvette.
But I didn’t. Even though I blamed him, I couldn’t hate him. After all, he had been my salvation once. He had been the one who
had brought color into my world.
The only thing I couldn’t understand was why he had married me if Yvette was the one he truly cared about. And since he had
married me, why didn’t he care?
Hatred burned hot but faded quickly, Resentment, though–it would linger for a long time.
Maybe I had never be able to forgive him for the rest of my life.
Once I had fully recovered, Mom and Dad took me on their private jet, and together, we set off toward a new life.
