Tears kept falling as I walked down the hospital hallway. All I could see in my mind were flashes from the past. My mother had died from birth complications after giving birth to me. Since then, my brother, Denton Grant, and my father had never liked me. They adored Kelsey Grant, my sister who was seven years older than me. For her sweet sixteen party, they threw a massive celebration, invited everyone from school, and even had a ten-layer cake. When Kelsey got sick, Denton and my father took turns staying at her bedside. But when I was hospitalized for pneumonia, no one came to see me. I used to think a girl like me who caused her mother's death didn't deserve love. Then, at Kelsey's sweet sixteen, she shoved me into the pool and laughed as she called me the unloved child who killed our mother. I struggled in the water, trying to get to the edge, but her friends pushed me back in again and again. Just when I was about to drown, Edwin Carlson pulled me out. He wrapped me in a warm towel and looked coldly at the people who mocked me. "Stephanie is the one I love. Anyone who dares to mess with her again will have to deal with me." To me, Edwin was like a savior from heaven. Right then and there, I fell for him. It all felt like a dream. How could a mafia boss like Edwin fall for someone like me, a girl everyone blamed for her mother's death? Even after we got married, it still felt too unreal. I really thought he loved me. But now I knew-he married me for Kelsey.