Chapter 89

His actions were his answer.

He knew her life at Lambert Manor was a living hell, yet he had agreed to let her stay.

Latisha stared blankly in the direction he had gone, a bitter taste filling her mouth. What had she been trying to prove? That he understood her words? That he was truly as heartless as he seemed?

Latisha went back inside the mansion. After the evening's drama, everyone had already retired to their rooms. She went to her old bedroom, found a change of clothes, and took a hot shower.

As soon as she closed her eyes, memories flooded her mind, replaying like a film reel-the good, the bad. All told, her twenty years with the Lamberts had been an utter failure. She didn't know where she came from or who she really was.

She remembered waking up one day to the face of a man named Darby Lambert. Before that, her memory was a complete blank. He had told her that her name was Latisha Judd, that she was an orphan, and that she would be with him from now on. So she had followed him, dazed and confused, to the Lambert estate, becoming a part of the family without ever truly belonging.

And just like that, twenty years had slipped by. Fate had never been kind to her. Even the one spark of light she had clung to was now fading, growing more distant with each passing day.