Mark resented her success, even as she worked herself to the bone to support them. And when she asked for help with the house, he had exploded, accusing her of mocking him. She had never intended to hurt him, but nothing she did was ever enough.
Anna sighed deeply, her chest tightening with the weight of the realization that had taken her too long to accept—she had been living in a nightmare. And worst of all, her daughter had been caught in the middle of it. She had tried to shield her, to protect her from Mark's temper and his mother's manipulations, but there were limits to what she could do. The thought of her little girl, growing up in a toxic environment, was what hurt the most.
