Daddy You Are The One With Broken Parts
Language: en
Everyone in the Manhattan elite knew that Rhett Kingston would lie about anything to protect his 'sister,' Sloane Avery. He’d even torn my ultrasound report to shreds right in front of the family at a holiday gala. “I have a congenital motility disorder, Wrenley. If you want to trap me, at least come up with a believable lie.” As the room drowned me in sneering, pitying glances, he gently wiped a tear from Sloane’s eye. It was in that moment I finally understood: for the unloved, even pregnancy is a capital offense. I touched my slightly swollen belly, turned, and jumped off the deck…