With a few simple sentences and a forged psychiatric evaluation, he pinned the label of mental illness on me.
And just like that, the name Vera Swanson exploded overnight.
She became the hottest young piano prodigy in the country.
And I fell into depression.
On the worst day, my body moved without my mind's permission, and I fell from the third-floor balcony.
When I came to, the first thing I saw was Wyatt standing over me—holding divorce papers. "Mildred, do you have any idea how terrifying you are?"
In that moment, it was like waking from a long, suffocating dream. I picked up the pen and signed without a second's hesitation.
So he was the one who destroyed my dream with his own hands.
And now he wanted to buy it back.
How laughable.
My thoughts snapped back to the present. I pulled out the order form and handed it back to him, then dialed the sales associate right in front of his face. "Deliver the piano I originally ordered."
"And if you ever let a stranger alter my order again, I will file a formal complaint."
I hung up and moved to walk past him.