I became very glad that I had sorted things out with mum. Thing became insanely perfect afterwards.

While I handled with Mr. Reyes, making him believe I would move back with him to Mexico, I moved back to the company’s house.

Mr. Reyes had told me that the minute he was done with some personal matters in America, we would be returning to Mexico together.

He had sent loads of money into my bank account, telling me this was the start point.

“That bastard.”

Did he think money could buy a true family’s love? He had to be joking.

One morning, just as I was on my way to work,...