Like morning dew.
Like lightning.
Ten years later, I can barely find any trace of how Zane once loved me.
Only cheating. Betrayal. Lies.
The first time Zane cheated, I asked for a divorce.
The next day, creditors showed up at my parents' door.
Thirty million in debt.
Pay up, or they'd take my dad's hand.
My father—who had never liked me—knelt on the floor, clutching my hand, his hair gone white overnight.
"I'm old. One hand doesn't matter. Sweetheart, don't worry about me—just live your life. That's enough."
Zane swooped in like a hero.
"Honey, your formula gave me fifty million back then. This thirty million? I'll cover it."
"But I can't pay it all at once. Don't divorce me—let me pay it off monthly?"
Thirty million.
With his net worth, he could've written that check in his sleep.
This was blackmail. Pure and simple.
I agreed anyway.
He was still my dad.
Even if he'd treated me badly, when I was little he'd let me ride on his shoulders to watch fireworks and reach for stars.
The second time Zane cheated, I brought up divorce again.
The next day, my mom collapsed.
The Morton family's private medical team admitted her immediately.
Olivia was abroad for work, so caring for Mom fell entirely on me.