"I don't know what there is to complain about being Mrs. Delgado."

"Bet Mary Fox is the one who's been cheating."

"I've met Ms. Sullivan in person once. She's an absolute sweetheart, always professional with male colleagues. Of course someone that pretty is going to attract jealous haters."

The trending numbers were too high to be organic.

I knew Clement's hand was behind it.

I went back to the home I hadn't set foot in for three years.

My fingers traced the photograph on Camille's urn, a bitter smile pulling at my lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy didn't protect you."

I set the divorce papers on the table.

I was reaching for Camille's urn to take her with me when the door was kicked open.

Clement strode in carrying Mildred, whose forehead was wrapped in gauze.

"Where's Camille?"

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Clement let out a cold laugh. "Mildred was attacked. You put Camille up to it, didn't you?"

"Clement!"

My fists clenched. "What are you talking about?"

Mildred shrank against Clement's chest.

"Mary, why bother denying it? When that child swung a hammer at my head, I saw her face clear as day. It was her.

"She even said she was getting revenge for you.

"If Clement hadn't gotten there in time, I was completely caught off guard. That child might have actually killed me."

I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached.

Clement looked at me, his gaze ice-cold.

"I knew it. Camille's been with a mother like you and now she's learned to lie.

"If I'd known it would come to this, I would have taken her with me three years ago."

"Where is she? I'm taking her to raise myself! Mildred and I will raise this child together! Anything is better than letting you ruin her entire life!"

"Fine!"

I brought out the urn. My eyes burned as I stared at them both.

"Then you'd better go down there and teach her well."

I looked at the portrait on the urn.

Clement stared at me in disbelief.

My clenched fists trembled.

A year ago, when Camille died, I'd spent every last cent I had to give her this final little home.

And in the next second, that little home was shattered.

I screamed and lunged forward.

"Camille!"

"Are you done with this act?"

Clement seized me by the hair.

"How many more times are you going to pull this stunt?"