Alexander Sterling stood near the wide kitchen window, the metal blades of the pruning shears shaking slightly in his hands. Outside, the garden looked calm and perfectly trimmed, but inside the house, everything was breaking apart. In the middle of the pale marble kitchen stood his fiancée, Isabella.
Her posture was stiff, her jaw tight, her entire face twisted with anger that had nothing to do with discipline and everything to do with control. “Useless child,” Isabella snapped, shoving six-year-old Mia into the counter with such force that the girl let out a sharp cry. “How many times do I need to repeat myself?
The table is set before breakfast, not after.”
Mia stumbled, her small body slamming against the hard edge. She grabbed her arm where it hurt, fingers digging into her sleeve as if that could stop the pain. Her large blue eyes filled with tears she tried desperately not to let fall.
She had learned that crying only made things worse. A few feet away, two-year-old Noah sat on the kitchen floor, surrounded by wooden building blocks. He wasn’t playing anymore.
He was watching. His tiny face showed confusion mixed with fear, the kind of fear that doesn’t belong in someone so young. He didn’t understand the words, but he understood the tone.
He understood that something was wrong. “Don’t just stand there staring,” Isabella yelled at Mia. “Clean it up.
You and your brother are exactly the same—lazy, spoiled, and ungrateful. Your father works nonstop to give you this life, and you can’t even do the simplest task correctly.”
Outside, hidden behind the tall flowerbeds, Alexander forced himself to take slow, steady breaths. For two weeks now, he had been living on his own estate as a stranger.
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