Twelve Years of Loving the Wrong Person, No Turning Back

After my parents passed away, I was taken in by Colonel Gerald Sutton, my grandfather’s old comrade.

Amara Sutton, twelve years older than me, told me she would take care of me from then on.

And she did. She showered me with blatant, unapologetic favoritism.

But on the day I finished my college entrance exams, I couldn’t hold back anymore—I confessed to her.

Amara pushed me away, disappointment etched on her face.

“Get a grip, Cole! I’m twelve years older than you—I’m your guardian!”

Later, she brought home Damon Lockhart, the man I had never gotten along with since childhood.