Chapter 62

I could spend the rest of my life hoping things could have been different.

But it was no use to keep on wishing for some things that will never come true; it’s only a waste of time.

It was better to be grateful for the little mercies life gave me. I’d rather choose to remember the way my fate was always meant this way—to experience happiness while worrying if death will take it away any second I blink or breathe.

I turned my head away from Tyler’s mansion, where most of our memories reside. Bile rises in my throat. Do I deserve these all?

The luxury, this village, the sexiest and most thoughtful husband—

I still felt as if I had never been here, that I should not be here. The voices of my sister, Lyta Rutherford and her mother echoing in my mind, ordering me to go buy groceries with the money I just got as salary as a waitress.

I don’t know if these emotions are mine at all or is this because I am carrying me and Tyler’s chi