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"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

Yeah, that hit me right in the chest. I had no clue why Grandma kept dropping lines about "past lives" and "last time," like we were trapped in some weird time loop. But every word hit me like déjà vu gone wrong—heavy, suffocating, too real. And let's be honest: Ava Stafford was always Jace's number one. I was just the sequel nobody asked for. "I've made my choice, Grandpa. I want Leroy." He slid the photos away and ruffled my hair. "Alright. Your call. I'll announce the engagement in two days."

Of course, they stopped Emerald. The way Amelia glared at me was as if she wanted to devour me alive. Some of their relatives could not help but frown. “A bank statement isn’t something an ordinary person can tamper with. Mrs. Jones, you’re overthinking it.” Emerald broke free and lunged at me. Grabbing my arm tightly, she said in a pleading tone, “Jonathan, I was wrong. I can’t bear to suffer this humiliation anymore. “I won’t lie again. Just help me with this once. Give me back 880,000 dollars, okay?