My Mother’s Name is Margarette

My boyfriend was someone I found on the streets—lost, down on his luck, and pitiful, much like an abandoned dog. While I struggled with my heart condition, working hard just to make ends meet, he lived a carefree life.

But things changed one day when I was working part-time as a waitress in a five-star hotel. There, standing in a high-end suit, was Ezail, staring at me in disbelief.