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The Shaw family business had always relied on the Vances. Not long after Bill returned to Crestwood, my
parents showed up in Northgate to find me.
They wanted me to get back together with Bill.
I stared at them in disbelief. What kind of parents could say something so heartless?
Tears welled in my eyes as I yelled, “If you don’t love me, why did you even have me?”
My mother poked my forehead, her voice a sharp shriek. “If that quack doctor hadn’t hinted you were a boy,
you would never have been born!”
For a moment, my ears rang, and I stumbled backward. They were like wolves, ready to tear me apart.
Just then, Leo rushed over and pulled me into his arms, covering my ears. “Don’t listen to their nonsense.”
In the end, my family’s company went bankrupt.
Bill kept waiting for me to come begging to him. But this whole situation was the last thing I ever wanted.
He didn’t know that I had another, much bigger, gift for him.
Wendy had been trying to find Bill for years.
Chapter 2
One day, Bill sent me his hotel name and room number. I simply forwarded the message to Wendy.
Let the once-happy couple have their reunion.
After that night, Wendy showed up at the Vance Corporation headquarters, pregnant, demanding that Bil take responsibility or she would accuse him of rape.
The funny thing was, Wendy had a crazed admirer she’d been stringing along for years, the one who had
been funding her entire lifestyle. When he found out, he hunted Bill down and stabbed him, leaving him with
severe injuries and a ruptured spleen.
As for Wendy, the admirer beat her so badly she ended up in a permanent vegetative state.
The whole sordid affair became a hot topic, both locally and online.
I had always said I would walk towards a bright and promising future. As for them, they could rot in the mud
“Tessa Shaw, you said you’d make me a sachet. It’s been so long, where is it?”
Leo was pestering me about the sachet again. After what happened, I hadn’t wanted to make him one, but he never let it go.
This time, I sighed and pulled a small, luck-charm-shaped sachet from my bag. “Here.”
Leo’s face lit up like a child who’d just been given candy.
Years later, I wrote the final sentence in my book: My husband, his appearance in my life, was my salvation.
