And months ago, I learned the truth.
She and Aldrin. Together. Behind my back.
I never confronted them. Not because I lacked courage—but because I was terrified of breaking the fragile world Sienna lived in. I endured it for my daughter. I told myself that as long as Sienna had both parents, I could survive the rest. I knew what it was like to grow up split between two homes, always feeling unwanted, never fully belonging. I wouldn’t let Sienna inherit that pain.
“Where is my husband?” I demanded.
“Out of town,” Bianca replied calmly.
“Then explain why my money is locked,” I snapped, slamming my hands onto her desk.
She smiled faintly. “Aldrin asked me to handle it. He thinks you’ve been overspending.”
My chest burned. “Fix it. Right now. My child has been taken!”
She leaned back, eyes glittering. “I’m sorry, Amara. Maybe you could arrange the payment little by little. Perhaps they’ll return your daughter the same way.”
The words crushed me. Before I could react, she tossed some cash onto the floor.
“Here,” she said coldly. “A starting payment.”
Something inside me shattered.