Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Vincent.

I stared at the screen, motionless.

Then I opened Doris’s social feed.

Sure enough, she’d posted at 5 AM.

A photo of a sunrise.

Around the world and back again.

‘m just glad you’re still here.”

looked at the picture, but all I could see was the two of them-watching the sunrise together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

o that’s why he left so suddenly last night.

o watch the sunrise with the woman he truly loved.

let out a dry laugh.

[ow pathetic.

he’s back now.

oon enough, Vincent will ask for a divorce.

nd maybe that’s for the best.

When that day comes, I’ll leave his world entirely.

nd this delusion-this pitiful little fantasy I never should’ve dared to have-can finally die with it.

Maybe it was for the best.

nce divorced, I would finally be able to leave Vincent’s world behind.

We would become strangers, never to cross paths again.

nd the foolish, humiliating feelings I had tried so hard to bury… would finally be put to rest.

arrived at the Williams family estate and parked in a temporary guest spot.

is I walked through the snow-dusted paths, none of the passing servants greeted me-some barely glanced up. They went about their asks as if I didn’t exist.

remained calm.

After five years of marriage, I was used to being invisible here.

Lillian, Vincent’s mother, had always looked down on me. So did the servants.

If not for Rowan, I would never have set foot in this house again.

“Mommy!”

A bright, familiar voice rang through the grand living room.

Rowan ran toward me like a little koala and threw his arms around my waist.

“You finally came for me! Mommy, I thought you left me!” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Grandma said you didn’t want me

anymore…”

I froze, looking up toward Lillian.

The elegantly dressed matriarch sat in the seat of honor, regal and composed.

Beside her sat a woman with delicate features and a soft, charming smile.

Doris.

Seeing her here was unexpected… but then again, maybe it wasn’t.

After all, the engagement had already made headlines.

Vincent and Doris were going public-and clearly, Doris now had Lillian’s approval.

Mommy? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Rowan looked up at me, nervous. “Is what Grandma said true? Are you really going to eave Daddy? You don’t want me anymore?”

lowered my head and met his anxious eyes.

My heart clenched.

or five years, I had raised Rowan like my own. Every moment-every scraped knee, every fever, every lullaby-had come from me. hat bond wasn’t fake.

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