Chapter 68 - The Last Keepsake

Isabel’s POV

The brooch was the only thing of value I had left. The delicate emerald piece had been passed down through Emerson's family. It was never meant to leave my possession, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Emerson’s grandmother had once owned the brooch. She was a proud and elegant lady, embodying a grace that few could match, even in her later years.

When I met her, she was already advanced in age. Her silver hair was styled immaculately, and her blue eyes sharp with a lifetime of wisdom. The emerald brooch was pinned on her cashmere blouse.

The piece had been a gift from her husband’s grandmother. The ancient brooch had been in the family for countless generations.

“Hello, dear,” she had said, taking my hands in hers. “It’s good to finally meet a woman worthy of Emerson’s love.” I blushed at the compliment. Despite her frailty, she held herself with a dignity that made you forget her age.

She passed away just a few weeks before our wedding. Her death left