Chapter 1

Tyler had severe sensory issues. After his car accident, Tyler couldn’t stand even the slightest noise.

To accommodate his illness, I wore noiseless slippers at home. I even held my breath whenever I walked past him.

One night, I couldn’t help but sneeze.

Tyler lost his mind, relapsing instantly, and kicked me straight out of bed. That kick cost me our five-month-old unborn baby.

Yet right now, Tyler was sitting in a deafening VIP lounge at a downtown club. The heavy bass was vibrating through the floorboards, shaking my chest.

Instead of throwing a tantrum, Tyler was watching my adopted sister, Polly, with pure adoration as she danced wildly to the music.

The moment he saw me walk in, Tyler’s face iced over.

"What are you doing here, Alyssa? Don't ruin Polly's graduation party. Go wait for us outside."

"And remember to whip up a hangover cure the second you get home. Polly’s stomach gets sensitive when she drinks."

I didn’t say a word. I just threw the divorce papers right in his face.