Nasya's POV
"Goodness! Are you alive?" Emma had been running over in a flurry. When she saw me, she clutched her stomach and exclaimed, looking as if she was about to faint.
Harper quickly went up to support her, and her anxiety was obvious. "Be careful! You're still pregnant! Have you forgotten that you had two miscarriages before?"
They were playing out a scene of love and affection over there, while I was shrouded in the shadow of these three people. I couldn't even think, let alone move.
Sophia, this woman whom I refuse to call my mother, gave birth to me, raised me, and hated me. I am her shame, an existence she wishes she could erase. Social morality prevented her from abandoning me, but at the same time, she hated me for killing her husband, hated me for being a failure, and hated me for always being timid. My death should be a relief to her.
