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Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company.

But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

Just at that moment, Rosemary's phone buzzed, it was Caden who was calling. "Sorry, I gotta take this call." Rosemary got up and walked out of the ward.

"Rosemary, I heard you're in the hospital?" Caden's voice came through the phone.

"Anything up?" replied Rosemary casually.

"Grace woke up for a bit today," whispered Caden, "Only for a few minutes, but during those minutes, she was muttering your name…."

"She wanted to call you, but I stopped her."

"You know how her condition is, any excitement could cause trouble, so I had to stop her."

Grace was most concerned about Rosemary, and the first thing she did after waking up was to check on Rosemary. Even if Rosemary didn't mention what Attlee and Olga had been up to behind her back, just hearing Rosemary's voice would make Grace cry…

If she got too excited, she could lose her life, and all the previous treatment would be for naught.

CHAPTER 32