In the en suite bathroom, Cecilia squatted next to the toilet and cried bitterly.

She knew that doing so meant that she had hit rock bottom.

But she couldn’t control herself.

This was the only way she could release her pent-up frustration, because the moment she walked out that door, she’d have to pretend that she was completely fine.

She still had to be a good daughter.

She still had to be a good mother.

She still had to be a glamorous model…

“Suck it up, Cecilia,” she told herself through gritted teeth.

She told herself she wasn’t allowed to cry.

eyes landed on a stray

one and fell into deep thought,

then, Cecilia was

was a

in front of her house,

stood in the living room of the Fowler’s house, looking handsome and almost

Cecilia learned that the man was none other than Mark Evans

also Rena’s

the stairs gracefully, as her father

face, she couldn’t help but think that he appeared to only

full-grown adult, address him as “Uncle Mark”

that both her father and brother were intimidated

that if she was humble and obedient, Mark might agree to

Cecilia had worn a

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