No Longer Broken: Loved By Him

ll cuts every single day. Their house was a shrine to their son, Liam. His football trophies, his mediocre report cards, his baby phot

his hand-me-downs or whatever came from the thrift store. He always had the latest phone, the n

ing. "He's the future of this family. He needs to have the best. Y

rouble. It meant giving them most of the money I earned from my part-time job at the diner, which they claimed

t a dream; it was a lifeline. I was at the top of my class, a fact that the Millers both resented and exploited. They' d boast to

ed, reeking of cheap beer. "No man wants a wife who's smarter

n-again, off-again girlfriend, had decided I was her personal project for torment. After I refused to do Liam's homework for h

ord was tarnished. The scholarships I wa

down at the kitchen table with an unnerving calmness. Mr. Mil

" Mrs. Miller said, her voice dripping with fals

er added. "Enough to make our problems

ying. They weren't going to help me clea

e?" I whispered,

eterson. He's a bit older, but he's a successful businessman. He's willing to

sleazy. The dowry he was offering was the final piece of th

owed me out. I looked at their greedy, triumphant faces and saw no love, no family. O

give

ying, a differ

ent, but the will for revenge is off

was a lifeline in

their crimes. Your true family, the Hayes, are suffering from your absence. Your missi

Miller. I was a Hayes. Olivia was the usurper

fading consciousness. I want them to feel

inding to the R

cent of chalk in the air. Olivia was sneering at me, Liam was w

the truth. And I had

iller. You are the biological daughter of Richard and Eleanor Hayes. The swap was orchestrated by Mary Miller, who desperately wanted a son

venge st