INICIAR SESIÓNIn my previous life, I took three bullets for Conrad Kincaid, the guardian who raised me, and lost any chance of becoming a mother. Only then did he agree to marry me. When I was ten, my parents were killed in an attack by their enemies. Conrad saved me, took me home, protected me, and doted on me. I fell hopelessly in love with him. I was sure that if I stayed by his side and was good to him, I'd win his heart someday. But on our wedding day, Alice Brooks, who had loved him all along, left for Antarctica and died in an accident. From then on, every time he looked at me, he saw a murderer. In ten years of marriage, he never treated me badly, but he never once shared my bed. He was always cold and distant. Then a fire broke out. He gave me the only chance to escape and died in the flames. Before he died, he said, "In the next life, don't take a bullet for me. I don't want to be forced to marry you again." His words cut so deep that I passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was back at the moment before I took those bullets for him... Looking at the familiar face across from me, I made up my mind. This time, I'd let them have each other.
Ver másOn the third day, Conrad woke up. He grabbed my hand and said hoarsely, "Vera, I was wrong. Come back with me, okay?"I looked at the bandages around his shoulder and stayed quiet for a long time. Then I said softly, "Uncle Conrad, focus on getting better first. Once you're well, we'll talk."He smiled. "Okay."I cared for Conrad for three more days, then hired a caregiver to take over and went back to work.The moment I walked into my classroom, the kids crowded around and hugged me. "Miss Vera, we missed you so much," they kept saying.I hugged them back. "I missed you too."A week later, Conrad was discharged, and I asked him to meet me so we could talk.We met at a café.He was already there, waiting. He'd grown so thin he barely looked like himself. When he saw me, his eyes reddened. He stood quickly and said softly, "Vera."I said, "Uncle Conrad," and sat down across from him.He slid a box over to me. "I had people gather everything they could find and recreate a family photo li
The estate was quiet again, but Conrad couldn't sleep. He pushed open the door to Vera's room.Everything was just as she'd left it. The bed was untouched. The old shirt she hadn't taken still lay at the bottom of the closet.He crouched and hugged the shirt to his chest. It still carried the faintest trace of her scent. He held it for a long time, his shoulders slowly sagging.He remembered the bloody nail marks in her palm, her hoarse cries from inside the cell, and her hands scooping the ashes into that metal box, one handful at a time.For every wound she'd suffered, he was the one who'd handed over the knife.He sank to the floor, his forehead pressed against the boards. An inhuman sound tore from his throat as he called Vera's name again and again.Her name lodged in his throat like a blade, cutting him every time he said it.At dawn, he picked up the phone, his voice raw. "Find her. Turn the whole country upside down if you have to. Find Vera."I'd gone to Harbor City, a small t
After that, Conrad buried himself in work from dawn until dark: file after file, contract after contract, meeting after meeting. He slept only when exhaustion forced him to. No one could make him stop. It was as though he thought he could work hard enough to forget Vera had left.Alice sent people to find him several times, but Conrad turned them all away.One night, Conrad returned to the estate late. As he reached the corner of the second-floor hallway, he heard Alice scolding Emma in her room, her voice shrill and grating."Emma, you take what we did with that gown at the engagement party to your grave. No one can know we framed Vera."If you dare say a word, I'll stop paying for your mother's treatment."Emma answered quietly, "Yes, Ms. Brooks. I won't say a word."Conrad froze where he stood, his blood running cold.His eyes red, he shoved the door open and glared at Alice.At the sight of him, Alice dropped her teacup. It shattered on the floor.He crossed the room in a few strid
Meanwhile, at the wedding photo shoot with Alice, Conrad couldn't focus.After rushing through a few shots, he hurried back to the estate.On the way, he had the driver make a detour through the old part of town and stop outside a little shop.The window was full of hand-blown glass flowers on hammered copper stems, their petals so thin the light shone through them.Whenever Vera went into town, she'd make a special trip to buy one. She said real flowers wilted, but these lasted, and she loved them.He bought a glass daffodil, put it in a box lined with soft cloth, and held it carefully in his arms the whole way.He thought the flower might cheer Vera up.By the time he got back to the estate, it was completely dark. Holding the box, he went straight to Vera's room.He knocked, but no one answered. Frowning, he pushed the door open. There was no one inside. No Vera. Just a terrible emptiness.His unease turned to panic, and his grip on the box tightened.He called Graham in and demande












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