Noah and I depended on each other for survival. I did everything I could to raise him until he was eight years old. In the end, last year, I buried this little life with my own hands.
Fate was not even on my side, torturing and shackling me and I had no choice but to endure, between love and hate, between life and death.
I was forced to make peace with myself and opened this hamburger and fries small shop.
The cigarette burned out, then I casually flicked the ash and responded, my tone flat, "Noah is buried next to my parents', but you have no right to see them."
Dwayne remained silent for a long time. Until he finally mustered up the courage to step forward.
But as he turned around, he knocked over my phone on the table.
The screen lit up and Sienna's voice came through the video.
"Yes, the incident back then was something I deliberately set up."
"Happiness is something you have to fight for yourself. How could I possibly genuinely like an older man?"
“What I like is this life of comfort and ease I have now.”
"What's wrong with saying I love him? As long as he gives me money, I'll do anything!"
Dwayne's hand clenched slightly once again.
How ridiculous!