Until now, everyone had assumed I was Nick’s only love–the future Mrs. Holt, without question
Yet here, at my 23rd birthday party, he brought another woman with him.
Ella Snow was draped in a fancy dress and perfectly made up, though it looked like she was wearing someone else’s skin, She clung to Nick’s arm, practically hiding behind him for protection,
Nick leaned down and whispered something to her, his eyes filled with affection.
Ella looked at me, her expression quickly shifting to one of uneasy fear. She stepped forward.
With a soft thud, she dropped to her knees in front of me.
How familiar this scene was. Even the tear at the corner of her eye, ready to fall, was the same.
In my previous life, her frail, helpless look had deceived me. I’d actually been willing to help her and Nick figure things.out.
As a Jensen heiress, I certainly didn’t need Nick.
- k. Yes, her presence had stung, but it hadn’t made me lose my composure.
When Nick wanted to break off our engagement, I didn’t cause a scene. Out of respect for our history, I sincerely offered him a few words of
advice:
“Miss Snow is new in Lexington and has lost her voice, even though she saved you. But as for making her the next Mrs. Holt? Even If you convinced every board member, I don’t think Mr. Holt would approve. It’d just make things harder for her?
“Nick, maybe you should take a step back. Why not let her start as an Intern at the company, and then, down the road…”
My words had a double meaning:
“After all, can’t you do whatever you want in the future?”
That little suggestion saved her from immediate trouble but landed me in endless torment.
