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Chapter Ten: A Name from the Past

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last update Date de publication: 2026-10-22 17:08:01

Serena Hayes

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

The woman standing before me looked as though she had just witnessed something impossible. Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at my face, and I couldn’t understand why.

My mother had secrets. That much I knew.

But why would a complete stranger at a charity gala know anything about them?

“Excuse me,” I said carefully. “Do we know each other?”

The woman swallowed.

“No, darling. Not personally.”

“Then how do you know my mother?”

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