The Fake Heiress in the Alpaca Body
Language: en
For our third anniversary, three-year-old Nate brought home an alpaca. "Her name is Sugar!" he chirped. "I bought her for you!" Garrick smiled. "He spent hours picking her out. He said she'd keep you company." The alpaca tilted its head, its dark eyes sweeping over me with a cold, calculating stare. The moment I thanked my son, it opened its jaws. Pfft!A thick, foul gob of spit hit my face. I calmly wiped it away. I had been reborn. In my past life, the abuse started the same way. I spent two years trying to win it over while it spat at me constantly. Yet Garrick and Nate received nothing…