Flashing back to when Alexander snatched the cake from my hands and slammed it on the table is what caused me to break down in tears again. I woke up early in the morning and took over an hour preparing the ingredients and taking extra caution to make sure I make no mistakes because I wanted the cake to be perfect for him and it did come out perfect but only to be destroyed in front of my eyes. I’m so stupid for ever thinking Alexander deserved my kindness and I regret wasting my time baking him a cake, if anyone deserved that kind of thoughtfulness from me then it’s Jaxon or mother Margaret.
Jaxon pulls me into his arms, “it’s okay Tyra…you can tell me anything,” he softly whispers into my ears.
“Alexander plucked the cake out of my hands and he whacked it onto the table,” I manage to s
