The years of hard work and multiple test tubes had already exhausted my body. The successive blows had further worsened my condition.
When I was four months pregnant, I was forced to be hospitalized for bed rest.
My parents were so worried about me that they couldn't eat or sleep. They stood firmly by my side, declaring, no matter the outcome, the Ridleys and the Maguires would be irreconcilable enemies.
That divorce battle back then was incredibly dramatic.
The entire business world was thrown into chaos.
The newly rich clashed with the old-money.
The wife and the mistress tore into each other.
But as the chaos hit its highest point, everything ended in an instant — my parents had a car accident.
The investigator in charge said it was caused by fatigue driving and no one could be held responsible. Yet others whispered to me that Dwayne had deliberately hired a hitman to kill them, all for that bitch, Sienna.
I never knew what the so-called truth was.
The thing I remembered was anger and grief overwhelmed me. Seeing my parents in a coma and seeing Sienna's relentless provocations, I grabbed a knife, intending to take those two scumbags down with me.