Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 407: I'll Be Your Boyfriend

Alice stood there, laughing wildly, not forgetting to remind her.

"Dad is giving me twenty percent of his shares, and you have to manage the Fair family. I just sit back and collect money. Can't you see, you're being used? It's sad, really. Twenty years of companionship, and still, it's no match for blood ties." "Selena, nobody cares about you, not even Raymond."

Selena didn't respond to her, just drove off.

Looking at Alice's reflection in the rearview mirror, she knew at this moment Alice had truly won.

Alice was right about one thing; she had indeed been used.

But the gratitude she owed for being raised and the double grace of Barbara weighed on her, leaving her unable to retort.

While driving back to Rose Garden, she received a call from a courier company.

"Miss Fair, good morning. We have a gift for you from a few years ago, specifically instructed to be delivered today. May I have your current address, so we can send it over?"

A gift?

From several years ago.

and then returned to Rose

an hour later, someone brought over a

she signed for it, she

was a wooden chest,

people sending things to their future selves, akin

Selena knew she had never commissioned

entered her birthday, which to her

a letter, and a

birthday. Happy Birthday. I promised I would spend every birthday with you, but I've ultimately broken that promise. Are you crying secretly by the lake again? You must have looked for me on the campus of Harvard University, must have cursed me as a liar. I promised you, once you got into Harvard, I'd be your boyfriend. But by now, I'm probably just dust, nourishing some patch of earth. Don't be sad for me; I've become every drop of rain that's near you. Keep the ring, wear it without worries. It's not a matching set, just a birthday gift for you. You may be married by now. I hope you have a beautiful marriage and a husband who adores you. Selena, across six years of time, I don't know if you still remember me. I'm glad I never told you my real name; that way, you

the handwriting, her fingertips trembled slightly, and the letter fell

picked it up again and

flipped through

a small chip taped to the middle

chip was for, so she

she felt her cheeks

would rather he had just left her behind than become

was still so

wiped away her tears, feeling overwhelmed by the sadness of the day,

called the delivery service, wanting to know the identity of the person who sent the