musement park with her dad. But my husband, Liam, sent tickets instead
there, kissing her, their arms wrapped around each other.
face twisted into rage, and he kicked our six-year-old daughter to the ground. He snarled
Tiffany walked away, their laughter echoing, as Lily' s screams faded against the roar of the machine. I smashed the control roo
owed. Liam had transferred every doctor in the city to Tiffany' s luxury hotel. Then, a delivery gu
to medical care, while he celebrated with the woman who betrayed him and potentially ruined his family? How cou
eeping beside me, I calmly told Liam on the phone, "You