I've watched her for years without her knowing.
In fact, she thinks I hate her, probably because I've worked hard to make her feel unwelcome.
Wren knows I don't want her in my family. At least not as my son's wife. What she doesn't know is the reason why.
See, I want her for myself. It should be my ring on her finger, not his.
When my son betrays her, I'm there to pick up the pieces.
I can't resist her any longer, but just because she isn't his doesn't mean I can keep her.
After all, two wrongs don't make a right.