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I’d been through seven foster homes. Before each one sent me away, they stopped answering my questions, stopped looking at me, and let the house grow silent. I couldn’t stand that kind of silence. So I became someone who talked too much. When my biological mother finally brought me into the powerful Moretti family at seventeen, I tried even harder to make people like me. Within one day, I knew the guards’ birthdays, the school nurse’s favorite podcast, and where my classmates kept their emergency medication. My stepsister Bianca called it manipulation. My stepbrother Luca called it an addiction to attention. To cure me, he ordered my entire school and family not to speak to me for seventy-tw

I grumbled. "How can you handle them? They're so quiet, no food, no drinks, surrounded by a bunch of old books and you can't talk properly." Quinn complained. "Quietness isn't necessarily a bad thing, Quinn." I drawled. "You don't have to fill every moment with some kind of sound." "What is wrong with you, woman?" they chimed again. I smacked them both in the arm and pouted. "There's nothing wrong with liking a bit of peace and quiet every now and then."

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His righteous behavior made it seem like I was in the wrong. I stared at him in disbelief, and my voice quivered as I said, “Am I supposed to magnanimously congratulate another woman for being pregnant with my husband’s baby?” Jake yanked his tie off in frustration. “Winnie just wanted to have a baby to give her life a little cheer after Henry died. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m also Henry’s best friend, so I have the responsibility of taking care of his wife and fulfilling all her desires. “It’s not as if I really slept with her, anyway. I just donated sperm for her. Do you really have to kick up a fuss about something as small as this?

He hesitated, looking thrown. Then, softly, "Babe... did you pick up my phone this morning?" His brow creased. Waiting. Watching. The longer I said nothing, the more nervous he got. "What did you hear?" I looked away, drained. "Nothing. Your phone was across the room. I knocked it off by accident." He exhaled, all relieved, and tucked the blanket around me like everything was fine. Then, real quiet, he asked, "If our baby doesn't make it... could we adopt?"

I sat in the corner sketching while she rested. He walked by a few times before finally stopping. "You don't belong in this hospital." I looked up and gave a tired smile. "Then where do I belong?" He tilted his chin toward the setting sun. "You belong to yourself. You're not meant to stand behind any man." Samuel Velochi wasn't just rich—he had shares in banks and auction houses across Europe. But he'd rather ride motorcycles or take me and the kids shell-hunting at the beach. He never flinched at the fact I had kids.

"A shell of her former self, eh? That's spot on, Grandpa. Let's just focus on ourselves from now on. They're nothing to us." He nodded in agreement. "I won't get worked up because of her anymore. We'll live well together." Jolene dropped by not long after. She came bearing gifts for Bruce, but didn't plead for Leon. "Bruce, I'll get to the end of this. I'm just glad you're alright." Bruce didn't give her a warm response. She felt guilty and left on her own. However, she felt an odd sense of emptiness growing inside her as she walked away, leaving her increasingly uneasy. She lit a cigarette—something she hadn't touched in a long time.

Apologize to Adam, Caleb, and Quinn, or I'll announce in the newspaper that I'm disowning you! As I looked at the biased old woman, all the last remnants of any warmth in my heart evaporated. I took a step back, pretending to be scared. My voice trembled as I cried out, "Grandma, why? Uncle Adam and Uncle Caleb were the ones fighting, and Quinn even hit me! Why should I be the one to kneel?" "Why?" Grandma sneered. "Because you're an ungrateful wretch! Quinn married a great husband. She's the pride of this family. And you? What are you? Who do you think you are, comparing yourself to them?"

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The room went silent, the air thick with tension like it was encased in ice. I set my gaze toward the cops. "What I'm about to spill is all evidence, and it will help you out."