And so, I began the story Spencer had asked me to share:
The Sauns were ridiculously rich, living in this massive estate with a garden straight out of a fairy tale.
My family? The complete opposite. I lost my parents when I was three, so my grandfather raised me.

Funny enough, he worked as the Sauns' gardener.
Mrs. Saun, probably feeling sorry for my grandfather juggling his job and a toddler, gave us a place to stay.
She even let me wander around the estate like I belonged there.
She always wanted a daughter, and honestly? I was a cute kid. My grandfather made sure I was always neat and polite, which won her over fast.
She spoiled me with pretty dresses, hair ties, and headbands, like I was some kind of doll.
The staff served me the same meals as her son, Spencer, and she gave me my own room so I didn't have to cram into the servants' quarters with my grandpa.

She even handled my legal stuff, making sure I had proper papers and enrolling me in the same fancy academy as Spencer when I was old enough.
I got piano and dance lessons, too—she treated me like I was hers.
They turned me into this polished city kid, worlds away from where I started.
And Spencer? He adored me. Once, he even announced he'd marry me someday.

Years later, the Wore family moved into the villa next door, and that's when Fiona came into our lives.
The three of us became inseparable.
Fiona, born into money and privilege, never cared about where I came from. She treated me like a sister.
We grew up in a bubble of luxury.
I'll admit, it went to my head.
Hair ties? Not good enough anymore.
Spencer had to buy me bracelets worth tens of thousands just to keep me happy. Fiona's designer dresses and handbags? They somehow always ended up in my closet.
Then everything fell apart.
A routine checkup revealed Spencer had kidney failure.
I was a match.
But I refused to donate.
Not even when Mrs. Saun, the woman who'd given me everything, begged me on her knees, tears streaming down her face.
I ran.
My grandfather, trying to catch up to me, was hit by a car and didn't survive.
Six months later, I came crawling back to the Saun estate. Broke. Destroyed.
I'd burned through all my money and tried seducing my boss to survive—until his wife found out. Let's just say she didn't take it lightly.
Mrs. Saun was the one who saved me.
By then, Fiona had already donated her kidney to Spencer.
Mrs. Saun's kindness brought me back into their lives, but Spencer? He barely looked at me.
Fiona, though, stayed the same—warm and kind, like none of it had ever happened.
One morning on the way to school, the three of us were kidnapped.
When I saw a chance to escape, I took it—leaving Spencer and Fiona behind.
Fiona stayed back to care for Spencer, who had a fever, and nearly endured something unthinkable at the hands of our captors.
Thankfully, both families arrived in time to save her.
But the Saun family didn't come out unscathed. Their business crumbled, and not long after, Mr. and Mrs. Saun died in a string of freak accidents.
The Wore family, shaken, sent Fiona abroad to keep her safe.
Maybe it was guilt, or maybe something else, but I stayed with Spencer through it all.
For years, I was by his side.
His comeback? It was Fiona's doing. She funneled money to him from overseas, keeping him afloat when no one else would.
When his business finally started thriving again, I saw my moment. I found a way into his bed and ended up pregnant.
The baby didn't make it.
I lost it after a stupid night at a nightclub—some random person bumped into me, and that was it.
Even then, Spencer proposed. He said it was the right thing to do.
But on our wedding day, Fiona came back.
Spencer saw her and snapped back to reality.
And honestly? Can I blame him?
Isn't all of this on me?
Isn't it exactly what I deserve?