"Your mother shouldn't have stood in my way back then! What right did she have to be Mrs. Sullivan? We have the same father, so why did *she* get that title? And I was forced to be some bastard daughter, hidden from the world!"
Jane stared at the woman's savage expression, peering through her messy hair to get a clear look at her filthy face.
The Sullivan estate was filled with photos of Paige Lowe, so Jane knew what her mother looked like.
In the photos, the woman's eyes were gentle. She was holding a swaddled baby—Jane herself—and her smile made her eyes crinkle. Despite a hint of exhaustion on her face, the maternal love radiating from the picture was something no camera could ever truly capture.
For her own selfish desires, this woman had not only murdered her own sister and brought ruin upon the Sullivan family, but she had also caused Jane to be raised by the wrong family for two decades. And in the end, she had ruined herself as well.
