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GWEN's POVThe towering skyscraper of Jim Summerbell stood before me, its glass exterior reflecting the golden morning sun. I tilted my head up, taking it all in. This was my father's legacy.A proud smile spread across my lips. I could almost picture him standing beside me, arms crossed, his usual confident smirk in place as he admired what he built from the ground up. But he wasn't here anymore. And neither was my mother. The thought made my heart clench, but I pushed it aside. This was a new beginning for me and Kira. I wasn't going to waste it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the glass doors. "Good morning, Miss Summerbell." I turned to see Jenny walking toward me with her tablet in hand. "Good morning, Jenny," I greeted. "What's on the agenda?" "You have a meeting with Paulo and his team about the new collection, Miss Gwen," she uttered, swiping through her notes. "Everything is already set up in the conference room." I nodded, adjusting my blazer. "Alrig

GWEN's POVTime had only made him more devastatingly handsome. His tall, broad-shouldered frame was clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, his sharp jawline clean-shaven, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto me with unmistakable shock. But all I felt towards him right now was disgust and rage.His gaze swept over me, lingering on the gown that clung to my figure, before meeting my eyes once more. "Mr. Grayford," I coldly replied and gave him a faint smile."You..." His voice was barely a whisper. "You're back." I kept my expression unreadable, my heart hammering against my ribs. Lucas took a hesitant step forward, his eyes searching mine. "How did you..." He swallowed hard. "How did you...what happened to you?" I tilted my chin, masking the storm inside me with a cool smile. "Things happened, Mr. Grayford." For a moment, he just stood there, as if trying to comprehend that I was real, that after all these years, I was standing before him, draped in luxury and confidence.

GWEN's POVFive years later..."Welcome to the Summerbell Villa, Madame Gwen."The wheels of the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, its towering iron gates parting to welcome me home after a few years ago.I let out a quiet breath as I glanced at my daughter, Kira, seated beside me. She was clutching her small stuffed bunny, her big brown eyes, peering out the window in awe. "Mommy," she whispered, her tiny voice filled with wonder. "Where are we?" I turned to her with a soft smile. "This is where we'll be living from now on, sweetheart. This is your grandfather's house." Kira's brows furrowed. "Are we staying here for good?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my expression to remain steady. "Yes, baby. This was his home before we moved to London." She was silent for a moment, her small fingers tightening around her stuffed toy. Then, she looked up at me with an innocent curiosity that made my heart ache. "Will I get to meet my daddy now?" M

GWEN's POVA throbbing pain pounded in my head as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. My limbs felt heavy, my throat dry, and my vision blurred as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room where I woke up was unfamiliar. My body ached, my dress slightly rumpled as if I had collapsed into bed without knowing how I got there. Where am I? I struggled to sit up, but before I could even lift myself off the bed, the door burst open. It was Lucas. My dear husband.He stood there, his harsh eyes with rage. His broad shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he would break his own teeth. In his hands, he held a stack of photographs, his fingers curled around them like they carried the weight of his disgust. "You're disgusting, Gwen!” he spat, his voice laced with venom. Confusion surged through me as he strode forward and threw the photos onto the bed. My breath caught in my throat as I picked them up with trembling fingers. The images sent a sharp ch