It was around this time that life seemed to finally be going my way.

Mentioning Bryant Ferguson made me pause-a momentary lapse that felt like a lifetime had passed.

These days, it felt like the struggling, pain-ridden Jane of the past had been cleaved in two, leaving a new me in her place.

Gregory pinched my cheek, “Daydreaming?”

“No, not really.”

I shook my head, unable to pin down my feelings, and followed his lead, “Is this about Bryant?”

I knew Bryant’s influence had been creeping towards Vista Town again.

But his helping Gregory seemed both unexpected and somehow anticipated.

He wasn’t a bad person, not really.

You could even say he was good a great boss, a dutiful grandson, a loving adoptive son, a caring step-brother… just not a great husband.

The world where I was the only one hurt somehow felt justified.

having his fill of food and drink, displayed a carefree demeanor that belied his upbringing. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he said, “It’s a bit complicated, but in short, Bryant did me a favor and put a halt to Hanson Ford’s plans to

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Palmer, an illegitimate son,

heir, a “filial son”

held Gregory’s hand, “Regardless, I just want you to be safe. If your father and Palmer make a move, don’t confront them head-on. Even

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