Adira’s POV

I drove back home while thinking of the life I wanted once the divorce was done.

Surely, it will be hard to remarry after this, given my age. Getting pregnant is difficult too. All in all, my plans in the beginning failed.

“I will just adopt a daughter,” I whispered to myself while entering the house. “A son is hard to manage,” I continued, then left my heels behind.

After tapping my feet on the doormat, I walked North but ceased my steps when I sniffed the reeking smell of alcohol.

The lights in the living room were off so I groped for the switch by using the...