Standing right there was Ethan Cole,as he was formerly called by the woman who had almost spent her entire life loving him.

Nothing had changed about the man Ria once called her father,not even his eyes neither was it the sharpness in his face.

Everything remained exactly the same as the pictures she used to secretly stare at for hours inside the old album carefully kept in her former room.

Slowly,her gaze drifted toward the hand he had used to slap her,still tightly fisted.

Still looking ready to devour her at any moment.

A tiny smile slowly formed on her lips.

But it never reached her heart.

She stood properly...