Chapter 4

I racked my brains to write three poems for Rosalind, and even my father couldn't stop praising them.

"Charlotte, I know you're unhappy, but don't blame your mother. She's just like that," my father said.

I looked at the hypocrite standing before me, not even bothering to put on a show of concern. I just nodded expressionlessly.

He must be feeling pretty smug. He had my mother wrapped around his finger, bringing his illegitimate daughter into our home and even brainwashing my mother so she treated Rosalind better than me.

But it was my mother's choice, and I couldn't blame…