I, Ava Smith, was finally free. My first stop, however, wasn' t a warm
no record of a marriage between Ava Smith and Liam John
his deceased first love. His powerful family forced him to marry me, but on our wedding night, his words we
five years, the thought of Ethan was all that kept me alive. My son, the same one who now screamed at me, "Mom! What did she do to
ever were," Liam said, shielding them
, the child I carried and loved, hate me s
in my 'marriage' anymore. Or my son." The lie tasted like acid. "The children in