Leaving the Sterling House

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I left the Sterling mansion in a torrential downpour on my son's birthday.

My little boy pushed me toward the door with all his might.

"I hate you! I want Aunt Rosalie to be my mommy!"

My husband, Quentin, didn't stop him.

He shared a smile with his childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, before looking at me coldly.

"Look at how he treats you. You don't deserve to be a mother. Don't stay here and ruin the party tonight."

Half my body was already soaked by the rain.

I looked at him and made a d