Chapter 8

My fists tightened as her cruel words pierced my heart.

She ruthlessly ridiculed my child, each phrase a painful reminder.

My seven years of commitment paled in comparison to her brief month of success.

I plastered on a smile, concealing the turmoil within.

"Congratulations. I wish you a joyful marriage."

Zach's complexion drained of color. He attempted to speak, but Vicky clung to him, whining like a petulant toddler.

"Zach, our little one misses you so much! When are you coming back with me?"

Zach's composure crumbled. "That's enough."

Vicky feigned hurt, pouting, but his expression grew stern.

Without warning, he struck her across the face.

"Vicky, how dare you speak to Yvette that way?"

Surprise flickered across Vicky's features, but before anything more could transpire, she dramatically fainted, ending our humiliating encounter.

Not long after, I gained acceptance to the School of Design. My life became a flurry of deadlines and fresh starts.