Broken At The Altar, Reborn Stronger
Carpent
sn't used to being defied, especially not by me. His hand, sti
s you're doing here. My family has considerable influence. That innovation project you mentioned earlier? The one your husband is supposedly involve
Byron? Against what, exactly? My existence?" The irony was thick, almost palpable
Oh, Angela, why are you doing this? Why can't you just let us be happy? You know I never meant for things to turn out this way." Her voice was a soft, plaintive wh
of circumstances, forced into Byron' s arms, burdened by the choices Byron claimed were his moral dut
of twisting my gut, now held no power. I simply watched
ents' charitable gesture. I remembered holding her hand, showing her around our sprawling Connecticut estat
never had!" she' d gushed, her arms wrapped around me. She'd feigned concern when I was stress
ed her. I had trusted her. I had seen her not as a rival, but as family. And she had syst
should be with Angela. I can' t bear to be the cause of your unhappiness. I'll just take the child and disappear." It was the ultimate ma
d our son needs his father." He looked at me then, his gaze hardening. "You heard her, Angela. She's my wife. And my son's mother. I can't just abandon them. Especially
s choices, trying to make me understand. He was still
omeless? With my health, and the child's needs..." She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air. "Perhaps you could find it in your
d help Christin with the boy. You know, since you're so good with children. And it would be a form of atonement for your... outburst earlier." His patroni
in his mind. "We always valued your... organizational skills." He clearly had no ide
heir charity case? Serve them, after ev
Angela! We could be like sisters again! I could even teach you some th
of concern. The thought of being trapped in their orbi
career as a research immunologist leaves no time for secretarial duties, nor for child-rearing advice from someone who clearly values manipulation over genuine care." My