"You're a mother now. Be realistic."
"I swear, the position of Mrs. Morton will always be yours. Isn't that enough?"
I stared at him and almost laughed.
"Zane, you don't actually think I care about being Mrs. Morton, do you?"
His mother, Hannah Morton, was vicious and cruel. From the day I married in, she treated me like an enemy—never granting me an ounce of the dignity the title should've carried. It was just an empty label, useful only as her excuse to torment me.
Zane's eyes narrowed. His voice turned cold.
"But you need to be Mrs. Morton, baby."
"Your father owes a fortune. Without my monthly payments, his hands would've been chopped off by now."
"Your mother's health is failing. It's the Morton family's medical team keeping her alive."
"Madeline Simmons—isn't all your luck just because you married into the Morton family and have your husband to clean up your messes?"
Looking at his smug face, I closed my eyes for a moment.
Yeah.
Lucky.
I'm so damn lucky.
If I hadn't overheard what he said to my parents that day, maybe I would've stayed lucky forever.