Fabe's POV
No more hiding. Five years of skulking were enough to delay my vengeance. It's time to face the past; it's time to bury them and be me. But this time, I will shock them. The memories of Liam in the hospital still linger in my mind.
Flashback.
Seeing my son suffer, fighting for his breath, makes me realize he didn't deserve to be a Hamilton. They don't deserve my son. Bryce made it clear choosing Irene over us. He doesn't care. If I stay, not only will I lose my son, but myself.
"Lyla, where's my phone?"
Lyla retrieved my phone from his sling bag. It was still unlocked. The photo of Bryce and Irene in bed was still on the screen. I skipped it and dialed Stephen's number.
"I need you, please," I cried for help. Stephen came along with his men. The doctor was one of his colleagues in college, so it was easy for us to leave without a trace.
"I told you, marrying that guy was a big mistake. I've been around them for years, I know, but you wouldn't listen," Stephen scolded me,
