Two days. That's all it took to plan my daughter's funeral.After leaving the cemetery, I gathered every last thing Liam Harrington had ever given me, sold it all, and put the cash on a card.I didn't expect him to be right there the second I walked into his office.The sneer on his face said it all. "Thought you were done? Here you are, crawling back like a dog."I bit down hard and shoved the card at him. "We're done. For good."He slapped it out of my hand, and I, running on empty, stumbled to the floor. He just looked down like I was trash. "What's with the attitude? I missed Millie's birthday—she'll have plenty more."My throat tightened.While he'd been off with his lover, Millie was in the ICU, tangled in tubes. And while they held each other, she'd slipped away, leaving nothing but ashes."There won't be any more birthdays," I said, barely holding back tears.Liam's face twisted with anger, and he ground his heel into my hand. "I had to cut my trip short by three days
I should've woken up a long time ago.Liam changed ages ago, but I didn't see it.My mom worked as a maid for the Harringtons. Ten years ago, during a break-in, she gave her life to protect Liam. The family showered me with gratitude."Sweet child, without your mother, we wouldn't be here today."Even Liam, usually all cool and reserved, took my hand and promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever."Turns out, I was the only one who believed it.Back then, he treated me well, and I fell hard. I had Millie before we even got married, sure that love and marriage would follow.But once he took over the company, another woman started creeping into his life.Vivian's name kept popping up. He'd go on about her intelligence, her "understanding nature." He couldn't even hide the grin on his face when he talked about her.Once, I couldn't help it and asked, "Liam, could we just... not talk about Vivian tomorrow?"He looked surprised, then chuckled. "Are you jealous?"I b
Back home, I found myself saying, "Millie, be good. Mommy's making your favorite for dinner tonight—baked ribs."Silence answered me.That's when I remembered—Millie was gone.Just like my mother before her. Everyone I love slips away, leaving me alone.My strength gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed, clutching Millie's favorite doll, holding it tight as if her scent still lingered on it.Millie had always been so easy to reassure; she believed anything I told her. Every birthday, she'd sit on her little stool, waiting for her dad. And every year, Liam never showed.When she was diagnosed, I called him over and over as her birthday came up, but he never answered. So I put on a smile and said, "Daddy's on a secret mission and can't be here, but he sent you a special gift." Then I handed her the doll.Millie hugged that "gift from Daddy" right up until her last breath.I used to tell myself Liam just wasn't one for remembering birthdays. But one day, I saw him post a picture c
Through my tears, I started to laugh. "Do you really want to know?"Seeing me laugh only seemed to boost his confidence. He smirked. "Have I been too soft on you? You think you can pull this kind of stunt with me? I'm telling you, if I don't see Millie today, you're out of this house."That suited me just fine. I didn't want to stay here another second. I turned and started packing.Liam's anger only flared more, though he and Vivian didn't stop their little duet."Liam, where will Andrea go?" Vivian asked, pretending to care. "She probably doesn't even have enough money to rent a place."Liam scoffed. "If she's that desperate, she can come begging. Tell me where Millie is, Andrea, and I might throw you a few scraps for old time's sake."I ignored them both. He still thought I was using Millie to manipulate him.As I carefully packed a framed photo of Millie from the living room, Vivian reappeared from the bedroom, holding Millie's doll like a trophy, a smug smile on her face as
Liam froze. "That can't be. Grandma, you must be mistaken. Millie was just... a little weak—how could she be gone?"Claudia Ellsworth let out a heavy sigh. "If I hadn't come back early, I wouldn't have known about all the terrible things you've done!"Liam's gaze turned blank, his eyes shifting to me, his voice shaky. "Andrea, tell me this isn't true. You're lying to me, right?"Blood was still trickling down his forehead, but I just looked away, quietly picking up the pieces of Millie's broken doll."I-It must be a trick—you and Grandma are working together to deceive me. She's always liked you and wants us to marry, doesn't she?" he stammered.I pulled my suitcase toward the door, but he blocked my way. "You're not going anywhere until you bring Millie to me! She can't be dead. You're just putting on a show, right? Otherwise, why wouldn't I have heard anything about it?"I looked up at him, my disappointment endless. Did he really think I'd been hiding Millie to manipulate him?
Not long after, Vivian updated her social media: [Every moment with you is precious.]The picture showed Liam by her hospital bed, holding her hand.She couldn't have been more obvious, but Liam still saw her as sweet and innocent.At first, she'd just left little reminders of herself around him. But gradually, she found ways to pull him away every time Millie and I tried to see him. Right before Millie's birthday, she'd even threatened suicide to keep him from coming.Liam had no idea that, the very day he rushed off to "save" her, Vivian posted, just for me to see: [The real third party is the one who isn't loved, right?]I'd tried to warn him, hinting that she wasn't as innocent as he thought. But he only frowned and scolded me. "No one jokes about their life. How dark do you have to be to think that?"What a cruel irony. He believed every word she said, yet when I told him Millie was dying, he brushed me off. He'd leave her waiting, saying, "I'll have plenty of time to visit
The next day, I checked out of the hospital and went straight to visit Millie's grave.Kneeling down, I carefully wiped the dust off her headstone. In the photo, her bright, innocent smile shone back at me, finally free from pain.Footsteps approached behind me. I turned to see Vivian holding flowers, though the gleam in her eyes was anything but kind."This isn't a place for you," I said, my voice ice-cold.Over her shoulder, I spotted Liam parking the car. Seeing my expression, Vivian dropped her gentle act."Did you really think having a daughter would keep Liam?" she sneered. "How naive. Too bad your little girl was weak and didn't last. Now you're out of cards—what do you have left to compete with me?"I grabbed her by the hair, and she gasped in pain. Leaning close, I whispered, "Vivian, I have proof you're a murderer."Panic flashed across her face."What do you think will happen when Liam finds out who you really are? Think you'll still stroll into the Harrington family
I enjoyed a period of peace in my life.Then one day, Claudia came to visit. She looked worn, sitting in a wheelchair, her hand gripping mine tightly as she spoke, anger and sorrow all over her face. "My dear, it's our Harrington family that failed you. I went away to recover, thinking Liam would take care of you and Millie."I never imagined he'd be so heartless. If only I'd pushed him to marry you back when you were pregnant... none of this would've happened."Tears filled her eyes, and I felt the familiar warmth of her kindness. She had always been there for me."There's no future for me and Liam. It's over for good," I said.Claudia dabbed at her tears, her voice turning firm. "Liam doesn't deserve you. From now on, you're my granddaughter, and that's final."She pressed a bank card into my hand. "This was supposed to be your wedding gift. Life took a different turn, but take it now and build something new."I looked down, overcome with gratitude.We talked for hours, and j