LAURA’S POV
I couldn’t stop trembling—not from fear, but from rage.
Liam had stood there, in my mother’s hospital room, smiling as if he were some long-lost hero. As if he hadn’t tried to destroy everything I cared about. As if I hadn’t once heard him promise my ruin in that cold, calculating voice I would never forget.
But worse than Liam’s smirk…
Was my mother’s smile.
Her blind faith in him. Her tears of gratitude. The way she looked at him like he was a savior, not a serpent.
I tightened my grip on Luna’s hand as we walked out of the hospital.
She looked up at me, concerned. “Mommy, who was that man?”
I forced a soft smile. “Just someone I used to know, sweetheart.”
“Did he hurt you?”
My throat constricted. “Not anymore.”
I lifted her into the car seat and kissed her forehea
