The Ghost of Your Regret

My entire family forced me to divorce because the girl they raised as their own fell in love with my husband.

Six years later, I ran into my brother and ex-husband at the park.

My ex-husband was holding my seven-year-old daughter, and he asked me:

"Now that you're back in the country, why didn't you reach out?"

I looked at him, cold as ice:

"Want to buy a painting? Twenty dollars a piece."

My brother Blake came over and kicked my easel, sending it flying:

"Stop acting innocent! Felicia already forgave you for causing her miscarriage.