Heartbreak Made Me Strong, Love Made Me Whole

At eleven, I was brought into the Whitmore family. Cohen Whitmore, sitting in his wheelchair with a calm demeanor, promised to take care of me from that day forward. His voice had been steady, but it carried a warmth I had never known.

At seventeen, my heart, bold and hopeful, led me to confess my feelings for him. Cohen's cold response shattered me. He called me shameless and threw me out of the Whitmore family without hesitation.

At twenty-one, he stormed into my room in the dead of night and asked if I was willing.