The Day I Lost My Way Back
The last hope I had of finding my parents was destroyed right in front of me.
I had just arrived at the meeting place when they were hit by a car and killed before my eyes.
By the time I returned home, I was numb.
Then I heard a voice coming from the entryway.
It was Eric Terrell, speaking to one of his trusted men on the phone.
"First, it was the fake DNA report," the man said. "Now it's a staged car accident."
He gave a low laugh. "Mr. Terrell, you've really gone to great lengths to stop Aimee Walters from finding her family."
I curled up on the couch, and for a moment, I felt as if I had forgotten how to breathe.
Eric took off his coat. His voice sounded tired, but there was no hesitation in it. "This is the last time. Aimee will never find her biological parents now."
His man sighed. "Why go this far? Even if Ms. Walters reunites with the Hart family, it wouldn't really threaten Ms. Hart's place..."
"No," Eric cut him off, his voice cold and firm. "If Aimee returns to the Hart family and wins back Mr. and Mrs. Hart's love, Isabelle will be the one who gets hurt."
Then he added, "That's why I had no choice but to arrange for Mr. and Mrs. Hart to fake their deaths in front of her. In three days, they'll leave the country and never come back."
My blood ran cold.
Eric continued, as if my entire life were nothing more than a problem he had already solved. "As for Aimee, I've already agreed to marry her."
The man sounded surprised. "Then what about Ms. Hart?"
Eric fell silent for a long moment.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and defeated. "As long as she's happy, that's enough for me."