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.

course she

relished the sight of Rebecca's misery. The more devastated Rebecca felt,

a bottle of champagne

was at that moment that clarity

Christensen family hadn't gone bankrupt. It was all

a test, a deliberate setup by the

fifth son

supposed to

lips

a fool

her engagement

she hadn't insisted on breaking it off, she'd already be the lady of the Christensen

grandmother, she would have

point, Rebecca wanted nothing more than to go back in time

couldn't

was

one else could take

grabbing Karen's arm and sobbing "Grandma,

me! I

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

be so shameless. She stared in disbelief for a moment, then yanked her arm free with a scowl.

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