My Daughter Ruined My Birthday Party, So I Cut Ties

At my birthday party, my daughter showed up in mourning clothes, cradling Camille Sullivan's funeral portrait, and came to wreck the whole thing.

She looked at me with a face twisted by hatred, and through sobs that seemed to bleed she said, "I wish I'd crawled out of Aunt Camille's belly instead of being your daughter!"

My best friend, Camille Sullivan, had lost her husband and come to stay at my house, and somewhere in there she'd gotten her hooks into my husband.

When I found out, Giles Sanchez flew into a rage and threw both me and our three-year-old daughter out of the house.