Thank God there was a police car behind her, or Rebecca would have collapsed in a heap on the ground.

How could this wretched old woman possibly be Mr. Christensen's grandmother?

Wasn't the Christensen family supposed to be bankrupt?

What on earth was happening?

She had to be dreaming. Yes, this had to be a dream!

Rebecca desperately tried to convince herself none of this was real, but every detail unfolding before her eyes was painfully vivid.

Sherman helped steady Karen as she made her way to the door.

Karen yanked her arm free with an irritated huff. “I'm not some frail old lady who needs help walking! Keep your hands to yourself!"

She wasn't old-not in her mind, anyway. She was still young, thank you very much!

Sherman gave up, clutching his crucifix and quietly following beside her.

Rebecca slumped against the side of the police car, trembling from head to toe, her face utterly drained of color.

Karen cast a deliberate look in Rebecca's direction, a sly smile curling at her lips.

It didn't take a genius to imagine how much Rebecca regretted her choices now. She'd thrown away a diamond for a handful of pebbles.

she

more devastated Rebecca felt,

a bottle of champagne to

moment that clarity

Christensen family hadn't gone bankrupt. It was

rumors, the gossip-had been a test, a deliberate setup by the

the fifth

she was supposed to be his

happened, Rebecca grew even paler, her lips bloodless, feeling worse

a fool

single-handedly destroyed her engagement to Mr.

she hadn't insisted on breaking it off, she'd already

was Sherman's grandmother, she would have treated

nothing more than to go back

she couldn't

was

was hers, and no one else could take him

them, grabbing Karen's arm and sobbing "Grandma, I'm so

I didn't

purpose! Please, give me another chance. I'll be good to you, I

expected Rebecca to be so shameless. She stared in disbelief for a moment, then yanked

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