Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

This was Persephone's favorite color.

She moved toward the person in front of the window as if in a dream.

With each step, her heart felt like it was being stabbed. The carefree memories flashed in her mind. Her nose tingled, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. Those delicate shoulders were ones she had seen countless times in her dreams.

"Greta..." she finally called out with a shaky voice. "Greta, is it really you?"

The girl turned.

Persephone stood frozen in place, stunned for a very long time.

In her memory, Greta was still the 16-year-old girl who loved wearing white dresses, had long hair, and enjoyed running and laughing in the sunlight. Her canines would show adorably when she smiled.

However, the woman before her had her hair styled in a bun. Her eyes were still beautiful, but they bore the marks of time.

She gazed at Persephone as if with a thousand words, and her lips moved, but she made no sound.

Persephone shouted, running over to

by many years, feeling like it

also extended her thin arms and

most beautiful memories of their youth, and they once thought they

blamed her for suddenly disappearing,

and bad-tempered, so you hate

cupped Greta's face,

we supposed to

Why did you make it so hard

"Greta, speak up!"

only shed tears, silently looking

Catherine tugged her. "Madame Bailey...

"What's wrong?"

silence in the room since they entered. She had recognized Greta, hugged her, cried, and made a fuss. Even if Greta

Despite that...