"I heard you've been working all kinds of side jobs these past few years just to make ends meet." She clicked her tongue. "Calling you 'free' is generous. A pathetic woman who throws herself at a man who doesn't want her. Talking to you makes me feel dirty. If I were you, I'd get lost before I got in the way of our family."
My fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
That car accident. That baby.
The wound that would never heal.
I could still see it so clearly: Edmund holding me in that hospital bed, his face twisted with grief, swearing it was all his fault. If he hadn't dragged me into his mess, I wouldn't have needed to go out for a night shift, and the accident never would have happened.
Five years together. I thought we were the closest two people could be.
But he'd only ever seen me as a free nanny. He'd built wall after wall around himself, guarding against me like I was a thief.
Rage flooded my chest until I could barely breathe. How dare he?
How dare he toy with my sincerity like that?
How dare the rich trample over other people's lives without a second thought?