Nathan’s POV
It has been a week since my mother was buried, and the pain in my heart has only intensified. I killed her. Maybe if I hadn’t confronted her, she wouldn’t have had the heart attack that took her life. I’m convinced the attack was due to the pain of losing the company, not because of her first grandchild's death.
My world has crumbled in the blink of an eye. No daughter, no mother, and I can’t face Scarlett. Even Everleigh left—she couldn’t bear seeing me so helpless. She caused everything. If she hadn’t desired me, I would have married Scarlett, and our baby wouldn’t have died.
I downed another glass of vodka, its burn searing down my throat, but nothing compared to the ache in my heart. My leg hung over the arm of the couch as I sprawled across it, the ceiling spinning abo
