Shera laughed at herself—how incredibly naive she had been.
A man who looked down on the entire business world from his pedestal was never going to be moved by her ordinary, everyday gestures.
She had sensed Caden's cold, ruthless nature long ago; she just hadn't wanted to admit it.
She used to pity Helga, but wasn't her own situation just as pathetic?
At least those two had a genuine connection. What did she have?
Nothing but endless neglect and countless cold stares.
Sometimes, Shera truly felt that she had brought this all on herself.
She rolled over and looked out the window at the dazzling city lights.
She didn't want to look back anymore. Those past days were nothing but a sweet illusion wrapped in her own fantasies.
The pain that followed was the only thing that had been real.
Giving up her own identity for a man, gaslighting herself into believing things would get better—it was beyond stupid.
It had ruined her, and it had ruined her family.
The moonlight spilled through the window. Exhaustion washed over her, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Shera, never look back.
—
Helga had been brought in for questioning by the police several times for mysteriously appearing at the scene of the accident.
When she got home, Zachary was sitting in the living room, pouring himself a drink.
"So, did you have anything to do with the Kerr girl's crash?"
Rosalie Kerr's father used to be the Sutton family's chauffeur, so Zachary remembered her.
He also remembered that Helga had used the girl to mess with the design competition.
Helga's heart skipped a beat. "No. I just happened to be passing by, which is why they questioned me."
Zachary gave her a flat look and scoffed. "Fair enough. It's not like I could expect you to pull off anything genuinely impressive."


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