When Love Fades, Cruel Words Bloom

I was born with cursed words. Everything I said seemed to come true in the worst way possible, so I stopped speaking entirely since I was old enough to understand.

When our six-year-old son accidentally bumped into my pregnant sister-in-law, my husband sent him to a brutal dog training facility. Our son had been bitten by a dog before and was terrified of them. I desperately tried to stop it, begging on my knees until my forehead was bleeding.

Gabriel helped Lily up, gently caressing her swollen belly. His voice was cold and unfeeling when he spoke to me: