I heard how you plotted to frame her.

I watched what you did to my daughters.

All of it.

It’s on three servers.” Chloe began to stammer, and the fake tears started to flow.

“I was just stressed.

The wedding planning has been so overwhelming, and the girls, they need proper discipline—” “You are not their mother,” I cut her off, and my voice rose until it boomed off the vaulted ceiling.

“And you will never, ever be a part of this family.