I had thought witnessing this wouldn't hurt, but how gravely mistaken I was.
My heart still ached at the sight of their little family tableau—at Daniel's accusations.
My fingers trembled, yet I kept my spine rigid, refusing to let either Daniel or Amy witness my vulnerability.
Just hours before Amy's arrival, Daniel had been tending to me with such tenderness.
But now his eyes held only Amy. And only their child.
While I stood condemned as the criminal who'd harmed his family.
This revenge against Amy brought me no satisfaction. Even when I should have reveled in it, pressing a hand to my chest, I felt no joy—no thrill.
At this moment, it all just felt... exhaustingly hollow.
Noticing Daniel's protectiveness, Amy allowed a faint smirk to curl her lips. Daniel, too busy glaring at m
