I gave up everything—my dream, my freedom, my identity. I poured myself into raising a child that wasn’t mine and loving a man who never looked my way. All I wanted was the wedding he promised.
But to Sebastian, my five years of effort looked like a calculated scheme. He resented me for it.
That wedding we should’ve had five years ago still hasn’t happened.
My heart was done. The five-year agreement was over. The child no longer needed me, so it was time to live for myself.
I returned to the villa with the divorce papers in hand.
As soon as I opened the door, a cake smashed into my face.
One of the maids rushed forward with a towel, but before I could wipe the frosting off, a crystal ashtray came flying at me, striking my forehead with a sharp thud.
“You disgusting woman! Who said you could wear my mom’s favorite necklace?!”
Seeing the warm blood trickling down my face, the maid looked panicked.
Still, Christian Trivett stood there, furious. “You’re nothing but a dumb maid who can cook. You’re not even worthy of one strand of Aunt Adele’s hair.”
I stared at his face, dazed. This was the boy I had given up my life to raise.
He took a small step back, glaring at me with contempt. “Don’t you dare come near me! You’ll never be my mom. Someone like you isn’t even good enough to be a servant! Dad and Aunt Adele are the real couple. You already killed my mom, now you’re trying to hurt Aunt Adele, too! When I’m older, I’ll kick you out myself!”
“You won’t have to. I’ll leave,” I said and lifted my hand, wanting to touch his face one last time. But before I could, the door opened.
Sebastian’s voice rang out. “What the hell is going on? Why is the house such a mess? What if Christian got hurt by all this broken glass? Is it because he’s not your biological son that you don’t care?”
Christian ran straight into his arms and whined, “Daddy, she yelled at me and tried to hit me!”
Sebastian’s face immediately turned cold. “Polly, who gave you the right? You think you’re the lady of this house?”
I pulled my hand back, swallowed my pride, and bowed my head. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up right away.”
He opened his mouth to scold me again, but when he noticed the blood on my dress, he paused. He rushed over. “What happened to your head? You’re bleeding badly.”
Looking at his concerned face, my head suddenly felt dizzy. I heard a worried tone in his mouth? I must be dizzy.