You Still Crawled Back To Him?

“Oh dear, are you going to watch these people call your mother a psychopath? You know very well how alike we are.”

“You and Bree are nothing alike,” Gaspher stepped forward, his index finger pointing at her in a warning.

“It hurts that my family decided to have a gathering without me. Do you all hate me that much?” She feigned to be sad, her fingers riding up to her face to wipe her dry tears. Bree rolled her eyes. If it were five years ago, she would have fallen for the woman’s ploy. She would have forgiven her and taken her back.

But not anymore, not when she was the devil in her life. She would rather not have a mother at all than have a mother like Nary. A failed mother. And for all she cares, she was not like her, she would never be like Nary Marsden. She loved Ariel with all her heart and would rather die than treat her the same way that her mother did with her. She would rather jump from a six-floor building than traumatize her daughter.

Finally stabilizing herself, she step