By the time Gavin returned home, it was already past midnight.Margaret had taken care of all the funeral arrangements for her mother. She had paid a hefty price to move things along quickly, and now, her mother's ashes were resting in a small urn she cradled in her arms.Gavin entered and froze, surprised to see the urn in the suitcase. "Why is it in the suitcase?" he asked.Margaret's voice was calm as she answered, "I'm taking her back to her hometown."Gavin paused, a frown creasing his brow. "When are you planning to take her back?""Tomorrow," Margaret replied.His frown deepened. "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Maybe you should wait until after the ceremony to take your mom home."Margaret's fingers clenched tightly around the edge of her coat, her knuckles turning white. Then, unexpectedly, she smiled, her voice soft but laced with an edge. "My mother's gone. Do we really need to go ahead with the wedding? Our family tradition is to mourn the deceased..." Gav
At 5:00 AM, Gavin was woken up by the blaring sound of his alarm clock.The first thing he did was call the housekeeper at the villa to make sure Marjorie was still asleep and that the livestream equipment was ready. The second thing was to call Margaret.The call went straight to voicemail.His heart skipped a beat, suddenly thundering in his chest. A sense of unease washed over him, gnawing at his insides.Gavin could no longer sit still. He jumped out of bed and called the wedding planning company. "Is Margaret still asleep?" he asked urgently.The staff member hesitated before responding, "Ms. Chapman hasn't gotten up yet. We've knocked on her door, but she hasn't opened it. We're not sure what's going on…"Gavin's expression darkened. "I'm coming over now."His heart was racing. As he left the house, Gavin couldn't quite place the source of the panic that had suddenly overwhelmed him. He only realized it when he was already sitting in the back of the Maybach—he was stil
Eloise refused to admit it.She certainly didn't want to be caught on the very first day using Margaret's identity. How could she possibly stay in the country if that happened?She linked her arm with Gavin's, offering a gentle smile. "What are you talking about, Gavin? How could I not be Margaret? Who else could I possibly be?"Gavin stood frozen, his mind a jumbled mess. His brow furrowed deeply as a sense of confusion washed over him. For the first time, he had no idea what to do next.The crowd of onlookers below had already begun whispering among themselves, and the emcee had quickly stepped in to remind him, "Mr. Hartley, the next part is for you and Ms. Chapman to come to the stage together and exchange vows—"Not far away, the livestream was still running.More and more people were flooding in, and the viewership had already reached the seven-figure mark.The comments on the livestream were scrolling so fast that it was impossible to keep up with them.[What's going on?
Behind the scenes, Eloise was yanked into the room by Gavin and tossed onto a cluttered, disorganized dining table."Tell me! Where's Margaret?" Eloise, ever unbothered, answered casually, "Gavin, what are you talking about? I'm right here!"With a falsely innocent look, she pretended to hold back tears and leaned forward, trying to hug him.The sharp scent of her perfume hit Gavin, and he pushed her away with force.Margaret always wore a subtle, woody fragrance—nothing like this overpowering scent.Gavin was certain. The woman before him was not Margaret.He grabbed Eloise by the collar and pulled her up, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you and Margaret sisters? She never mentioned having a sister before… She sure kept that secret well."With a mocking laugh, Gavin shoved her away. His expression darkened as he twisted his wristwatch, each word heavy as he asked, "Is this because of her mother?"Eloise hesitated for a moment, but stayed silent.Gavin, growing more agitated, press
Gavin stood up instinctively.His grip on the phone tightened, his fingers turning pale from the pressure.The flight attendant walked over, her voice polite yet firm. "Sir, our plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelt and prepare for departure…"On the other end of the line, Marjorie's voice trembled. "Gavin, where are you going?"Eloise, legs crossed and focused on her game, made a faint, almost amused sound.Gavin quickly sat back down, his voice gentle as he tried to reassure Marjorie. "I'll be back soon. Just try to sleep for now, okay?""But—" "By the time you wake up, I'll be right there," Gavin said softly. "And the gift you've been waiting for will be there with me, too. How does that sound?"Marjorie muttered something, but Gavin couldn't make out the words.She hung up after that.Staring at the disconnected call on his phone, Gavin felt a sudden wave of disorientation.After all these years...This was the first time he hadn't been there immediat
At 3:00 AM, the biting cold wind howled through the mountain fields, where countless unmarked graves lay scattered across the land.Eloise shivered, her voice trembling with unease. "Couldn't we have done this tomorrow? Why did it have to be tonight? Don't you find this place scary?"Gavin's tone remained flat, his voice cutting through the cold night air. "Isn't there a hotel or inn near the gravesite?"Eloise scoffed, "Look around. We're in the middle of nowhere. Do you really think there's anything out here?"Huddled in a corner, Eloise refused to move forward. Gavin stood tall in a black coat, his silhouette sharp against the shadowy trees. In the eerie quiet of the night, the wind howling through the branches almost sounded like distant, mournful wails.He scanned the area, a creeping unease settling over him. It didn't look like anyone had been here recently…Margaret hadn't come to Sorlington.A chilling thought suddenly took root in his mind.Where could she have gone?
For a moment, Gavin's mind went blank.Margaret was dead?How could that be? A living, breathing person, just gone like that?It didn't make sense.Gavin couldn't believe it.But no matter how hard he tried to deny it, details from the past few days kept flashing in his mind, the things he had ignored—her sudden decision to sell the Blue Diamond, the urn she had kept in her suitcase, her sudden shift in attitude…A sharp, stabbing pain twisted in his stomach, and Gavin staggered backward.He opened his mouth, but his voice came out weak. "Dead…?"Everything around him spun. His body, pushed past its limits, finally gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground.The last thing he heard was Eloise's frantic scream. "Hey, what the hell? Don't pass out! How am I supposed to get you to the hospital?"Gavin slipped into a chaotic, terrifying nightmare.In the dream, he stood on the edge of a vast, black sea, and Margaret was there too, wearing a long black dress. Without turning arou
"Find her!" With a furious roar, Gavin hurled his phone against the wall. The screen shattered instantly, the pieces scattering like shards of glass.His face had turned gloomy, the storm within him now fully unleashed.The assistant, frantic and unsure of what to do, quickly turned away. "I'll get right on it…""Wait!" Gavin snapped, yanking the IV needle from his hand. Blood splattered across the floor, but he didn't even flinch. Without hesitation, he pushed himself to his feet and headed toward the door. "Book a flight right now. We're going back to Sparrowville. I refuse to believe that, with Hartley Group's resources, we can't find one woman!""But with your condition…" The assistant's voice trembled with concern.Gavin's face was ashen, his body swaying dangerously, but he didn't care. His only thought was to get to Sparrowville. He couldn't stop now.Ten hours later, Gavin had gathered all the information.It turned out, ten days ago, Margaret had made a trip to Cheste
Margaret was at an international culinary competition. Following the address sent by his new assistant, Gavin charged through the bustling crowd. He pushed his way through person after person, each time with growing disappointment. He searched the entire competition venue, his heart sinking more and more. Finally, he stood there, cold to the core. Another letdown. In the past ten years, he had felt this way countless times. With a sigh, Gavin lifted his head, only to have his gaze fall on a familiar figure standing on stage.He stopped dead in his tracks. "Let‘s welcome today‘s champion, Chef Marge!" She went by Marge now. Gavin stared at her with an almost greedy look, watching her up there. She had changed. She was more mature now, her hair styled in big, wavy curls, wearing a stunning red dress that shimmered under the lights. When she smiled, her eyes shone with confidence. Down below, people were whispering, "That‘s her. She‘s won multiple championships and is c
Three months later, in the small town in Endrophia, the snow had melted, and life had begun to bloom once again. The world had turned a new page, welcoming another year, looking completely different from the last. Margaret's Maravian restaurant had transformed into a local bistro. Leaning heavily on a cane, Gavin hobbled toward the door and rang the bell. A blonde, blue-eyed woman greeted him with a smile. "Welcome, sir. What can I get for you today?"Gavin slowly made his way to a corner table—the same one where he and Margaret had once sat together. The setup was unchanged. The furniture, the decorations, everything was just as it had been. Only the sign was different. But somehow, everything felt… lost. Nothing was the same anymore. For the past three months, Gillian had kept a very tight leash on Gavin, to the point where he couldn't even leave his hospital room. But despite that, he had his assistant keep searching for any news of Margaret. He couldn't give up.
Margaret had made up her mind to leave the small town. The reason was simple."I've been happy these past few months. I feel like I've found a new version of myself—one that has purpose, self-worth, and a sense of identity. I can't go back to what I was. I don't want to become that woman anymore—the one everyone in Sparrowville envied."The kind of recognition I got back then, it was all because of another man. Don't you think that's ridiculous?" Malcolm stared at her, stunned. "But the international culinary competition—are you still going—""Of course I'm going," Margaret interrupted, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm planning on moving somewhere Gavin won't be able to find me. Well, he might still track me down eventually, but life's long. Eventually, he'll give up looking, don't you think?"Malcolm hesitated, watching her with admiration. Several times, he gathered the courage to speak, but the words wouldn't come.Finally, it was Margaret who asked the question."So, I wan
Malcolm walked in just as Margaret finished her last order.She had changed into her clothes and, turning around, caught sight of the hesitant expression on Malcolm's face.Margaret raised an eyebrow and said, "Spit it out."Malcolm sighed, clearly frustrated. "Gavin's wound got seriously infected. He was in the ICU for two days, but he's been moved to a regular room now. His assistant has already contacted his parents, so they'll probably be here soon."She waited for him to continue, her eyes still fixed on him."His right leg... they might have to amputate it.""I see." Margaret nodded without any sign of surprise. She'd noticed something was off when she saw him the other day. Gavin's walk had been strange, almost like he was favoring one side."He's been asking about you," Malcolm spoke slowly, his tone a little softer. "He wants to know how you've been, if you're facing any problems. I told him everything, just like it is. His assistant even managed to find your phone nu
That night, Margaret had trouble sleeping.It was probably because Gavin had reappeared in her life, dragging up some of the worst memories she had. But she wasn't sad about it—she was just irritated. She had already moved on and started a new life, so why did Gavin feel the need to come back and disturb her?She drew the curtains open. The snow outside was falling heavily, the streets blanketed in a thick layer of white.She lit another cigarette. Just as she was about to take a drag, she caught a flicker of light in the distance.In the vast sea of white, there was a patch of black—Gavin.Even from a distance, Margaret recognized him immediately.He must have been keeping track of her movements, because the moment she turned on the light, Gavin looked up, locking eyes with her.As the wind howled and the snow swirled around him, his figure stood unsteadily, as if the storm could blow him away at any moment.Margaret glanced at him only for a split second before quickly dr
Gavin's entire body trembled, his already pale face draining of what little color it had left.His dark eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Margaret like a crouching wolf ready to strike.Margaret wasn't intimidated. She simply spoke, her tone cold and distant, "I don't know what happened between you and Marjorie. I don't know why she suddenly showed up in Endrophia... I don't know anything about your life anymore. But the one thing I do know, without a doubt, is that I'm not going back with you."We're over," she added, a mocking smile flickering on her lips. "No, to be more precise, this act of ours? It's done."Gavin's body trembled uncontrollably, and in a low voice, he whispered, "Margaret, let me explain…"Margaret just stared at him, as though genuinely waiting for an explanation.But as soon as the words were on his lips, he swallowed them back.His fists clenched, veins standing out as frustration built up. The hundreds of things he wanted to say all melted into useless ex
On New Year's Eve, a night for family reunions, Margaret prepared a feast for all the staff at her Maravian restaurant.Though the staff couldn't reunite with their family, there was still a sense of togetherness in the air here.Malcolm even brought Olivia along to celebrate the holiday at the restaurant."May the new year be better than the last!" The final dish was brought to the table by Malcolm as Margaret was gently ushered into the seat of honor."I want to thank everyone for their support and understanding over the past six months," Margaret said, lifting her glass. "In the days to come, I ask for your continued support as we work together to make the restaurant stronger and more successful!"Just a few days ago, Malcolm had brought some good news.Margaret had agreed to participate in an international culinary competition after the New Year."With your skills, Margaret, making it to the top three is a sure thing," Malcolm said, only to be nudged into the corner as Mar
The reason Eloise hadn't been calling Margaret anymore was simple—she was planning to run.Gavin had been in a serious car accident, and he was still lying unconscious in the ICU.During this time, no one was there to keep an eye on Eloise. She saw her opportunity and made a quick trip to Gavin and Margaret's house, gathering up all the valuables she could find. She packed a huge suitcase, filled to the brim with enough expensive items to fetch a small fortune.She had already bought a train ticket and was ready to leave when she opened the door and ran into Gavin's assistant."Ms. Chapman," the assistant said with a smile. "Mrs. Hartley sent me to bring you back to the hospital."Eloise quickly replied, "I'm not Margaret..."The assistant nodded. "I know. Mrs. Hartley knows, too. But she said it would be fine to have you here. At least you look like her."Eloise's face went pale.Outside the ICU, the sounds of machines beeping and hurried footsteps echoed through the halls. El
The first time Margaret met Malcolm was on the day Gavin had his rare moment of true sincerity.Malcolm had come to deliver flowers.Driving a pricey, stretched Lincoln to drop off flowers—someone like that was hard to forget. So, Margaret pulled him from the depths of her memory."Back then, my mom's company was researching new desserts. She was planning to create a whole line inspired by flowers. I wasn't great with business, but I loved experimenting with food. So, I went back to the country, bought some land, and started planting flowers. I even opened a flower shop to sell them. It was a whole new experience," Malcolm explained, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia.That day, the shop assistant had made a mistake with the rose color. They had delivered yellow roses instead of red. Looking back now, it was possible that the assistant wasn't the one who made the mistake. Maybe it was Gavin after all. The assistant had urgently asked Malcolm for help, saying he could