Olivia Grace offered a thin smile as Hunter Jackson, her husband, ruthlessly threw her out of the master bedroom.

It wasn’t a smile of happiness—no, it was the final smile of someone whose heart had been worn down to numbness.

"I never thought… for Shopia Joy, you would treat me this cruelly, Hunter," Olivia thought bitterly, swallowing the sharp sting rising in her chest.

Head held high, she clasped her young daughter’s hand tightly—little Elliana, who stared back at her father with wide, confused eyes. Without a single word, Olivia led her daughter down the grand staircase toward one of the guest rooms downstairs. It would have to do, at...