Chapter 44

• MONIQUE
• I hated sharing such a personal moment like that with him.
• The kitchen incident replayed in my head, again and again, all night. Conversations over hot chocolate had always been my thing with my mother, a sacred ritual of sorts. It was our comfort, our peace—a symbol of warmth and love. And now, I had shared that moment, that intimacy, with Liam Sterling, the man responsible for taking her away from me. It felt like a betrayal, like I had given him a piece of my heart that he had no right to.