My Scars, My Strength
Language: en
When Damien Thorne and I broke up, he held my fake pregnancy report and stubbed his cigarette butt right over my heart. "How dare you lie to me?" Those words cost me my decent job and left my face disfigured. The day I left the city, he announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress. I clutched my stomach and ran. Four years later, he pointed at the child in my arms, his eyes filled with a chilling certainty. "That's my child, isn't it?" 1 I saw Damien again late one night at the hospital. My daughter, Lily, was nestled in my arms. She was already used to IV drips and injections,…