Choosing the Right One
When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband."
Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman.
Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him.
In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth.
But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study.
George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on