THE BILLIONAIRE'S PROMISE
The mere mention of her name brought forth a flood of memories and unanswered questions.
"Sarah? Is it really you?" I stammered, a mixture of emotions swirling within me. Joy, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal collided in my heart.
"Yes, Anna, it's me," Sarah confirmed. "I know it's been years, and I have so much to explain. Can we meet? There's something important I need to tell you."
Reluctantly, I agreed to meet Sarah, my mind awash with conflicting thoughts and emotions. We arranged to meet at a quaint café, a place that held significance in our past. As I walked into the familiar setting, my eyes scanned the room, searching for a face from my past.