na's

es to caress my shoulder to calm me down. "S-Serena, it might be a mistake

e's no way my private investigator would make a mistake. Besides, the p

es my dadd

r tears. I felt like crying too. My daughter's tears are my weakness. I d

ook my head. "Th

-B

long but gentle. "That's not dad

ears although it had stopped rolling

. I am but you

er. Catherine Smith. Thinking about that name made me taste bitterness. My heart couldn't ac

ready has a child with another woman, why won't he gi

and up until now, I'm still trying to reach him, not wanting to give up for my daughte

ded him. I tried so hard to escape from him, but his father found out I was pregnant. His father forced him to marry me, plus T

looking forward to our married life. After Millie was born, Taylor started talking to me more. He named her, spent more time with us, learned to be a father...it was one of the few happy days

rms have always had different women. Even if I didn't see them having sex, I

'd never looked like that in all the years we'd been married. And neither with his other mistress

I subconsciously knew that none of those women posed a threat and I had his love for Millie. B

or open. I slowly sat and glanced at the time on my phone.

d love's return that you forgot

and it made me angrier. While I was busy soothing Millie's broken heart,

uch. His sleeves were folded up to his elbow and the first two buttons of his

with her. He spent the night with her an

say?" He ask

awk-like eyes. He still has the guts to look at me tha

the week was a familiar

u don't know what you're saying. How dar

n. "Why not? Taylor, you're still my husband!

aited for him, unflinching. My courage grew afte

e this anymore. Serena was right, Millie needed a happy mother. Wit

rs in his face. "Sign it. You wouldn

understand what he was angry about. I thought he needed time to look over t

d! I won't hurt Millie!" he said

Millie was hurt, he was holding the child he had wit

ced me, his eyes dark. Those brown eyes I used to admire. But now I hated t

say that?" I asked painfully and angrily. "Your daughter was crying for her dad, but

" he grabbed me a

y, "Don't pretend to be a good father. You have

ed him. I wiped my tears and said as calmly as I could, "Taylor,

yes were never leaving mine as if I'd disappear if he lo

e first, Serena. Only