To him, I was nothing more than a shadow—a lover meant to remain hidden, never allowed to step into the light.
Thinking about it, the pain in my heart dulled into numbness.
I pushed him away with all my strength, but he clung to me like a madman, refusing to let go.
Suddenly, the door to the break room burst open. Lance froze and immediately let me go when he saw who had entered.
I realized then that as long as I stayed single, Lance would keep latching onto me in this disgusting, suffocating way.
Gathering my courage, I threw myself into Howard’s arms and called out sweetly, “Honey, what are you doing here?”
Lance’s face twisted with disbelief. He took a cautious step back but then forced himself to step forward, eager to explain himself to Howard.
“Uncle, this woman’s crazy—”
“Enough,” Howard interrupted, his voice cold as ice. “She’s your aunt. Show some respect.”
