After All, Justice Prevails

On the day I married Dominic Westwood, my mother was killed in a hit-and-run.

The driver? Ivy Mercer—the little princess Dominic had raised with his own hands.

The traffic police released the dashcam footage. Ivy had been driving a Maybach. She hit my mother, dragged her for dozens of kilometers. By the time the car stopped, there was barely anything left of her body—bones exposed, beyond recognition.

“She went too far this time. No matter what you decide, I’ll stand by you,” Dominic told me.

It was the first time in our eight-year relationship that he actually took my side.