Blythe's POV:
Time flew by, and before I knew it, our child was already taking wobbly little steps.
That afternoon, golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled warmly across the study.
I was dozing in a rocking chair, enjoying a peaceful afternoon nap.
As I slept, I found myself returning to the nightmare of my previous life.
I saw Drake, who had withdrawn from public life for years after Heidi abandoned the arranged marriage, the moment he learned of my death.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot with rage.
When he discovered that I had died as a result of domestic abuse, he immediately went to confront Dylan, who was in bed with Heidi.
"Dylan, you bastard!" Drake roared, his voice shaking with fury. "How could you do this to Blythe?"
His fists clench
