LAUREN'S POV

My nails dug into the skin of my palms as I clenched my fists, my chest heaving with silent sobs I refused to release.

She could have insulted me all she wanted. She could have mocked my past, called me names, twisted the truth. But bringing up my daughter, my Elena was unforgivable.

I came here to mourn my child. But instead, I walked straight into a trap.

And Ethan? He didn’t even notice. He didn’t see the wicked curl of Sofia’s lips. He only saw me, the woman he used to know, now a mother broken by loss, blamed for causing a scene.

“Are you okay?” Ethan...