Chapter 3

"I've never regretted anything," I said, fighting to keep my tone steady. "Fine—if you don't want to settle this quietly, then we'll let the police handle it."

Mathew's expression turned sour. "Monica, come on—seeing your ex living better than you, with a son who's supposedly so much better than your daughter... what's so hard about admitting you're jealous and full of regret?"

Watching him brag about his money and parade around his so-called "real son" was just plain ridiculous.

That kid looked nothing like him. Honestly, Mathew must be blind if he couldn't see it.

I was done wasting time…