Severing Our Ties
After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home.
“You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!”
Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother.
That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged.
But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came.
“Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!”
“Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!”
I didn’t even look at them.
Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.