Chapter 6
Everyone stared at me with shock and envy, convinced I was the luckiest woman in the world.
I smiled graciously, accepting their congratulations. But when I glanced toward the corner of the room, I saw Bradley crouching beside Maisy. He gently placed her foot on his lap and massaged it with care.
His eyes held deep affection, tinged with a hint of heartache.
“Don’t wear such tight dresses and high heels anymore. Look, your feet are all red and sore,” he murmured.
His eyes were so full of love there was no room for anyone else.
Maisy bit her lip, pouting at him. “But if I don’t dress like this, I won’t look as good.”
Bradley’s lips curled into a slight smile as he looked at her affectionately. “You look beautiful no matter what in my eyes, Maisy.”
I lowered my head, staring at my own form–fitting dress and the four–inch stiletto heels on my feet. Bradley had picked these out for me.
The difference between love and indifference was so obvious. How had I been blind for so long?
He made his love for me a spectacle for all to see, but in the shadows, he gave his heart to Maisy with quiet, unwavering devotion.
The time for my departure was drawing closer.
Three days after the party, I went alone to Mom’s grave.
I probably wasn’t coming back. I couldn’t bear to leave her here all alone, so I had made up my mind to take her ashes with me and start a new life overseas.
The picture on her tombstone was just as I remembered. Her gentle smile was full of warmth. It felt like she was right beside me, just like before.
I sat down on the ground and leaned against the tombstone as I whispered, “Mom, I miss you so much. If you were still here, would I have had to suffer like this?”
I wished I could go back to the time when she was still alive. Back then, it didn’t matter if no one else loved me. I still had her.
If only I hadn’t foolishly pursued Zachary back then, Bradley wouldn’t have had the chance to worm his way into my life. Maybe then, Mom would still be alive. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I wiped them away forcefully.
Yes, I had made mistakes, but there were others far more guilty than me. I couldn’t take all the blame on myself.
After finishing my conversation with Mom, I called a team of workers to exhume her grave.
But when they opened the tomb, it was empty.
Back then, I had been too grief–stricken to handle the funeral, so Bradley had taken care of everything.
At this thought, I quickly hailed a cab to his office, determined to get to the bottom of it.
Bradley had once given me an access card so I could visit him at work whenever I wanted. I used it now, walking through the doors unchallenged and heading directly for the CEO’s office
Just as I was about to knock, I heard his voice from inside, talking with his friend, Connor Scott.
“Bradley, you’ve done so much for Maisy. Do you really love her that much? Enough to give her all your wealth? She’s not even your woman!”
Bradley’s voice was calm and unwavering. “I love her. I want her to have the best of everything in this world.”
“Then what about the party? You told everyone you were giving your fortune to Alice. What was that about?” Connor asked.
Bradley fell silent for a moment, then replied ruthlessly, “That was all fake, of course. Every cent I have belongs to Maisy. Even if I can’t be with her in this life, I’ll make sure she never has to suffer.”
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