Ever since the wedding disaster, things between Mason Bennett and Carmen Gates had been like a shattered mirror—no matter how hard you tried to piece it back together, the cracks would never really disappear.
The warmth that once filled their home was gone, replaced by uncomfortable silences and forced smiles.
Lavinia Bennett hovered in the doorway of Carmen’s bedroom, clearly wanting to say something but not quite sure how. Carmen was fussing with a new bouquet of fresh tulips—Lavinia’s peace offering, hoping the flowers might cheer her up.
Carmen didn’t even look up. “Just spit it out.”
Lavinia perched on the edge of the bed, brow furrowed, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve got news about that woman.”
Carmen’s hand froze, her eyes turning icy. “How did you find out?”
“Dad went to see her today,” Lavinia said, unable to hide her own frustration.
Ever since Carmen had sent her to track down the woman, Mason had supposedly cut off all contact. She hadn’t heard a thing—until now. And yet, after all this time, after all his promises, Mason had gone back.
It was all the confirmation Carmen needed. She felt her dignity being stomped into the ground, piece by humiliating piece.
Unable to hold back her anger, she lashed out.
Crash!
The vase exploded, shards scattering across the hardwood floor. The tulips, beautiful just moments before, now lay in a sad, tangled heap—no longer elegant, just pathetic.
Lavinia jumped at the noise, eyes wide. She hadn’t expected that.
“Mom, are you—?”
“Give me her address.”
Carmen’s voice was low, almost trembling with rage and something darker—hate.
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