The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart. My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year." The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers. My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy. He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine." Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter. When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me. Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist? The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child? Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different.
The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart.
My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year."
The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers.
My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy.
He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine."
Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter.
When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me.
Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist?
The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child?
Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different.
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