When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

come within a mile of her again, I will personally see you rot in a cell next to Sierra!”

Seeing me, the frantic madness in Dylan’s eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a pathetic, desperate pleading. “Elena… please. I just want to talk to her. I want to make it right. I have money! I have so much money left! I can buy her the world! Please, just let me continue reading …