It was onlyter that I found out Emma looked exactly like William’s mother’s daughter-the little girl who died in that car ident.


    That’s why William was so determined to bring Emma back with them.


    And since we never actually got legally married-just had that little ceremony -Emma was able to marry William without anyplications.


    At that moment, my emotions were all over the ce.


    Some people really do have all the luck.


    But why the hell did I have to be the one eating all the shit?


    My parents died young too, but at least they left me somend.


    ven when I worked that soil till my hands bled, nothing valuable ever grew.


    had to forage for mushrooms, take in sewing-scraping by just to keep the lights on.


    fter I took William in, my expenses doubled overnight.


    it first he waspletely useless, so I had to give up half my vegetable garden to grow medicinal herbs, anything to bring in extra cash.


    he sun and wind aged me day by day.


    eople forgot that I used to be the prettiest girl in three counties.


    Vay prettier than Emma.


    ut when I saw Emma again yearster, I felt like trash next to her.


    he had this trendyyered cut, designer clothes, moved like she was born into money-like she was William’s perfect match.


    he knew I’d shown up at Henry’s school, so she made a special trip to see me.


    he way she looked at me-pure condescension.


    If people knew Henry had a mother like you, they’dugh at him.”


    William only married you because he had no choice. He was trapped by circumstances.”


    You should know your ce and get out of a world that was never meant for you.” <fnfcb6> Th?s chapter is updated by Find?Novel</fnfcb6>


    Henry’s attitude backed up every word she said.


    remembered how William looked when he proposed-yeah, there was no joy in his eyes.


    And when he named our son Henry.


    He said, “This ce is so backward. I want Henry to be free, like he’s exploring the vast universe.”


    I wondered what the point had been-ruining my reputation to save William, nearly dying to give birth to Henry.


    Was it all just so they could stomp on me over and over again?


    After that conversation, I never contacted them again.


    They seemed to forget I existedpletely.


    Until I was dying.


    But even then, it would have been better if we’d never met again.


    I wasted all my love and stupidity in that past life.


    This time around, I want to live for myself.


    Since I was just a footnote in William’s story.


    He could only be a footnote in mine as well.