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.

current address and then returned to Rose

someone brought over a

signed for it,

a wooden

sort of business, with wealthy people sending things to

Selena knew she had never commissioned such

entered her birthday,

a letter, and

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

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

again and

she flipped

blank except for a small chip taped to the middle page, the size of

know what the chip was for, so she closed the

she felt her cheeks

left her behind

still so

feeling overwhelmed by the sadness of the day, her heart feeling nearly

the delivery service, wanting to know the identity of the