Chapter 44

I noticed the faint redness in Jaxon’s eyes again, probably from anger, I assumed.

He must’ve been shocked that I was still alive.

My existence alone was a threat to Skyla’s perfect little life.

How did I survive?

Someone else gave their life for mine. But that wasn’t something he needed to know.

The old Paige Rivera never had to lift a finger. She was like a delicate vine that only knew how to cling and depend on others.

But the woman before him now, Paige Forrester, had hardened; she no longer cried, begged, or relied on