Lucy once believed she had it all—an adoring family and a perfect life. But after the divorce, everything crumbled, leaving her with nothing. It felt as if the world had emptied itself of all its color. That is, until one fateful moment, when a car nearly struck her, and in that split second, she crossed paths with a long-lost friend, setting her life on a new path.

As I stared at the family photo in front of me, I could almost hear their laughter echoing in my mind, mocking me for what I had lost.

I wiped the dust from the picture, absorbing the sight of their joy—those effortless, carefree smiles of a family united in peace.

My throat tightened, and I felt the sting of tears as my thoughts turned to Harry, my son, who felt as distant as a stranger now.

He wouldn’t even pick up my calls, unwilling to hear my side of the story. My cheating ex-husband, James, had painted me as the villain, convincing Harry that I had abandoned them both.

“Lucy, are you alright?” Miss Kinsley’s voice cut through the silence, drawing me back to the present moment in her immaculate home.

“Oh, yes, Miss Kinsley,” I replied quickly, wiping away a tear and offering a weak smile.

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired.”

Her gaze softened, though it carried a quiet authority. She took a step closer, her head tilting slightly as if choosing her words carefully.