Vengeance will be mine

In the present, Constance's eyes burned with deep-rooted resentment as she stared at Monique's wedding picture with her son.

The image of the beaming bride made Constance's blood boil. 'A child for a child, Monique. I will avenge my daughter and I will not rest until you feel the pain I have felt for the last 12 years.'

Her eyes transversed through the display of photos on the table. She reached for the family picture of three. It was taken sometime last year at the lake during summer. She gently traced her fingers over the smiling face of Sahara.

So innocent, so full of pure joy and hope for the future - just as Harriet had been before that fateful night. Before Monique's selfishness had stolen it all away.

"Soon enough, Monique , you'll know what it feels like to have your child unjustly taken away from you," Constance murmured darkly.

Her pledge for vengeance was the only thing keeping her going after over a decade of grief and emptiness.

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