The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

cried for the fact that I stayed in a relationship for two years despite all of the red flags and the side eyes from my family and friends because I wanted to please my mother.

And to that, we say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

The rose-colored glasses have fallen to the ground, crunched under her shiny red sole, and I see it for what it is: a relationship that will never be what I need it to be. So I stand. I grab Andre’s hand.

He saved me from myself, from a life of putting everyone else first, from being happy enough but never overjoyed. A lifetime of accepting and internalizing criticism I didn’t earn, of not knowing my own worth.

Thriving in spite of him.