It always ended in a spectacle, everyone knowing every sordid detail.
It wasn’t until the very last moment that Millie finally realized—he’d been done with her for a long time.
And so, with almost effortless ease, he let her fall straight into the abyss.
“You can keep those thoughts to yourself. There’s no need to say them out loud to me.”
“Don’t tell me you still feel nothing for him, after everything?”
Millie looked at Danielle. “I don’t believe you don’t care about him at all. When you’ve truly loved someone, it leaves a mark on your heart. You can’t just erase it, even if the love is gone.”
Danielle met her gaze, almost amused.
Love? What a joke. The most worthless thing in the world.
Whatever feelings she’d once had for him were long gone. Now, all she cared about was making sure her daughter grew up safe, healthy, and happy.
All she wanted now was to uncover who had been pulling the strings behind her back.
Who was really behind all this?
Her previous life had slipped by without her ever noticing the dangers that crept ever closer.
She’d been a stay-at-home mom, never neglecting her studies, but somehow, trouble had started closing in all around her—and she never saw it coming.
Millie kept smiling at her. “You and him? There’s no chance. Not in this life. He never even thought of being with you.”
“He’s given me plenty, but I’ve also taken a lot of hits for you. Protected you from more than you know.”
“As for who’s really out to get you? I have no idea. You think I’d know something like that? You believe every risk you face is because of me? Did you ever consider that Raffy and I have been your and Niki’s scapegoats all along?”
Millie closed her eyes for a moment.
“Raffy is bright and well-behaved—I’ll admit you did a great job raising him. It was only after I came back that things went wrong.”
She drew a long breath, looking squarely at Danielle.
“You know my mother is only out for herself. If Raffy stays with her, he’ll never have a good life. And with what I’ve done, I’ll be in prison for years.”
Once bitten, twice shy.
She’d raised Raffy from a little boy, devoting years of her life to him.
But sunk costs don’t determine the future.
She couldn’t risk her own future and her daughter’s happiness for the sake of five or six years of memories.
Especially not Niki—her daughter needed a safe and nurturing home more than anyone.
Everyone knows the story of the farmer and the viper. And there are even more ingrates than snakes in this world.
Old habits die hard.
Whether Raffy would ever change, Danielle didn’t dare bet on it.
Raising a child is kindness, but not every child will repay it with gratitude.
Danielle said, “You’d be better off begging Alexander than begging me.”
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