Ex-Husband and Stepson's Regrets are Worthless

At the birthday banquet, I wore my husband Cameron’s late wife’s old dress.

Six-year-old Tyron was furious. He glared at me, his voice shaking with hatred as he accused me in front of everyone.

“How dare you wear my mom’s clothes?” he sneered. “You killed her! You will never be my mother!”

I bit my lip and turned away, refusing to argue with a child who had been taught to despise me. But Cameron saw my retreat as defiance.

That night, he locked me in a room, punishing me for not being the obedient wife he demanded.