his share of the trust straight to my medical treatments under the guise of an “anonymous donor.”
We chose a hotel room because we knew you’d follow his location. We never touched each other, Lauren. Not once. It was all a twisted, desperate theater to save my life and ensure you got the financial security you deserved from his family’s wealth.
Mark ruined his reputation and lost the only woman he ever loved so I could live another ten years. Please don’t hate him. Hate me.
The Aftermath
