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"You're nothing but bad luck! You're just as vile and worthless as that wretched mother of yours!" My father's roar echoed through the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of his belt.

Through my tears, I tried to defend myself: "That's not true! My mom is a good person—she's a police officer!"

He let out a cold laugh: "Good person? Your mother was nothing but a slut! How dare you talk back to me!"

I turned desperately to my stepmother: "Please, make him stop..."

She just gave me a cold glance and walked away.

The beating continued until he was too exhausted.

When I became an adult, I finally escaped that house of horrors.

I thought that by working through college, writing novels to pay off my loans, life would finally get better.

But then...

I woke up on my neighbor's floor, clutching a blood-soaked knife, with blood splattered everywhere.

Had I killed someone?

This couldn't be happening... I would never hurt anyone!

When everyone saw me as a murderer, when the whole world turned against me...

He was the only one who stood by my side.

"I believe you," his voice rang out firmly in the courtroom.

Why does he want to help me?

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."