Ruby's POV

The living room felt heavy, the air thick between us. My foster mother’s eyes never left mine.

She leaned back in her chair, her voice calm. “Ruby… you think John’s mistake is the end of the world. But let me tell you something. Your foster father made the same mistake once.”

Her words hit me like a slap. I froze, staring at her.

She continued, matter-of-fact. “He cheated. He broke my trust. But I forgave him, because that’s what marriage is, endurance. Commitment. If ...