(Helen's POV)
That blasted article is everywhere.
I see it on my phone. On my laptop. When I walk into a coffee shop, I catch people glancing at me, then looking away quickly. Whispering.
Homewrecker.
The word follows me like a shadow. Like a brand burned into my skin.
I'm sitting in my car outside a boutique I used to love, staring at my phone, reading the comments under that damned article for the hundredth time.
She left her daughter and came back when the husband remarried? Classy.
Poor Caroline. Imagine having your husband's ex move into your house.
Helen Terry is a piece of work. Jason should've kept her gone.
My hands shake.
This isn't how it was supposed to go.
I was supposed to come back. Be the repentant mother. Show Jason I'd changed. Remind him of what we had. Slowly
