Their relationship was excellent, the envy of everyone.
Sadly, Jayden died in a car accident five years ago. Fiona aged a lot overnight and has become silent since then.
Cynthia knew Weston needed a mother, but she didn't trust anyone else to step in. In the end, she came to me and asked me to marry Fiona and raise Weston in Jayden's place.
Over the past five years, I've poured my heart and soul into managing everything within the household and raising Weston into the exceptional child everyone sees. In my spare time, I would also try to ease Fiona's worries and lift her spirits.
Even so, I never received a moment of genuine affection from either of them.
To Fiona, I was nothing but a utility. She'd only come to me when she had physical needs. Other than that, she wouldn't even say a single word to me.
Weston hated me because of things he'd heard from others. He hated me so much he probably wished I'd just drop dead.
To me, a place like this had nothing to do with the word "home."
Unable to persuade me otherwise, Cynthia had no choice but to give up. She handed me the agreement, telling me I would be free once I signed it.