Chapter 1

Remy Millstone gave up everything for Avery McCracken, and I wasn't surprised. After all, Avery was the one he cherished the most.

Since that fateful night, he had labeled me as someone who would stop at nothing to climb up the social ladder.

But what he should never have done was neglect his daughter and make her die with regrets.

I returned to the villa from the cemetery. Although this was supposed to be my and Remy's marital home, he rarely came here.

Mostly, just me and our daughter lived here. The place was filled with traces of her. Numbly, I began to clear away all the signs of our presence.

As I was carrying my suitcase downstairs, I ran into Remy. He was carrying Avery into the house.

With an anxious expression, he brushed past me. Under the same roof, we were like strangers. I had long been accustomed to it; where Avery was present, he couldn't see me.

Noticing my suitcase at my feet, Remy stopped.

"Adalynn Dolan, what are you up to now?" said his calm and cold voice.

Avery clung intimately to Remy's neck and looked up at me. "Adalynn, I scratched my hand. Remy said this place is close by, so he brought me here to treat it. You don't mind, do you?"

It was just a scratch on her hand.

I watched as Remy carefully placed her on the sofa and then meticulously applied ointment with a cotton swab as if handling something fragile.

I once had a car accident and broke a bone, I needed him to sign a consent form for my surgery.

I called him. He coldly replied, "What does that have to do with me?"

But he was my only family left.

Since he refused to come and sign, I had to wait and trouble a friend who had some free time—Elijah Zuma.

It’s always easy to tell the difference between being loved and being unloved.

I spoke up, "Remy Millstone, be it as you wish. Let’s break up."