SLOANE'S POV
I know what you think of me, and I assure you, I’m worse.
See, I have this small problem. My fiancé doesn't love me anymore.
Not like he ever did. His gaze has always been turned from me, no matter what I do.
What he doesn't know is I'm used to it all.
It's no news that I grew up never lacking the finest things in life.
I had it all—a personal maid, a huge walk-in closet with all my favorite toys, a big garden I could run in and bruise myself.
Then I'd be reminded of the one thing I could never have—my father's attention.
Daddy was a very…focused man. He never celebrated birthdays or holidays. If it wasn't a personal achievement, it doesn't count.
So I gave it my all. And soon he was looking at me. Loving me again—a lot more than before.
Every human has their sweet
