Chapter 7
Back home, I carefully reviewed all my losses and reclaimed everything I had ever given Henry.
When my team went to repossess the house I bought him, he cried hysterically, cursing me over and over as a ‘ vicious woman‘.
However, I could not care less.
After finishing all matters concerning Henry, I received a letter–the one my mother had written long ago, timed for delivery on this day.
Reading her words, I could only sigh at how she had foreseen everything.
When I ignored my parents‘ objections and insisted on dating Henry, my mother predicted this ending. She had already known I would never get to marry him in the end.
At the end of the letter was a photograph. It was my mother’s choice for a husband that she believed truly suited
- me.
For a moment, I stared blankly at the picture.
“What’s up? Am I really that good–looking in the photo?”
I looked up, stunned.
It was a face I had once longed for day and night.
“You’re alive, Charlie!” I cried out, almost unable to believe my eyes as I ran toward him, taking in every detail of the man in front of me.
Charlie Zerbery had been the love of my life since the moment I met him.
However, family feuds in our wealthy circles had forced us apart during childhood.
I was told back then that enemies had hunted down his entire family and their boat sank at sea, leaving no survivors.
I cried for days, believing Charlie had died.
