Chapter 148

My mother glanced at Cordelia.

“Do not look at her, Mother. Look at me. If you are going to force me into a marriage that I do not want, the least you can do is look me in the eye.”

My mother looked back at me, and I saw the hope beginning to form in her eyes. It was a look that turned my stomach. Here she was, selling her own son out to appease her 27-year-old guilt, and she dared to look H