My Husband and My Step-Son Hate Me, But They Regret After I Leave Them
Language: en
It was the anniversary of my adoptive mother, Maggie Patterson's death. I, Alexa Truman, put on a long black dress. Clifford Warren, who was just seven years old at the time, came running towards me. In his hand was a pair of sharp scissors. Swiftly, he cut through the hem of my dress. Then, he emptied an entire bucket of paint over me. "Today is my mother's birthday! How could you wear such an unlucky thing? Don't you remember she hated the color black?" Clifford's words were like daggers. Right then, I understood. In this family, both the father and the son held the most special place in…