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As the sole heiress of the Vance Group, I had been with my fiancé for three years and considered him my everything.
I naively believed I had found perfect love.
Until I lay on the hospital bed, suffering from acute gastric bleeding, and my fiancé finally dropped his pretense.
"I've long been fed up with you...a haughty princess."
"I've been with that intern for three years now, and we have twins."
"You were just a stepping stone for me to revive my family's fortunes. It would be best if you could just disappear quietly."
So, all those three years of sweet nothings had been lies. He loved someone else, and all he truly wanted was my family's money.
An excruciating pain washed over me, the heart monitor shrieked frantically, and I closed my eyes in despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back three years prior, on the very day my father had asked for my opinion on this marriage.

The Second Chance Fate Gave Me

After the wedding, we spent two blissful weeks honeymooning on a Greek island.


Away from the hustle and bustle of New York City, we immersed ourselves in sunshine, the sea, and each other's love.


Every day, we explored new coves, savored local cuisine, and shared our dreams beneath a canopy of stars.


One evening, as our shared passion reached its peak, Liam whispered in my ear, "I want a family, Elara. I want to see a little you running around our home."


A powerful longing surged through me. "I want that too," I breathed, "a child with your eyes and your smile."


He pulled me into a deeper kiss, our bodies tangling once more.


A few months after our return to New York City, I received a letter at the office.


The envelope bore no return address, only my name.


Upon opening it, I found a short, handwritten note. The script was messy:


Chapter 10