The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 1

“Mom, where's my sister? You... you didn't just leave her, did you?”

In the shocked, clear voice of a child, Harriet's mouth twitched.

She had been single for her entire twenty-six years of life and hadn't even held a man's hand. Where did this big son come from?

Harriet blinked, her gaze unfocused for a moment.

Who was she?

Where was she?

On the steps in front of her stood a three- or four-year-old boy in a formal little suit. He was so handsome he looked like a child model from a commercial.

Behind the boy, a three-story white detached villa sat, low-key yet luxurious.

Looking up, Harriet saw the house number.

The Summit Villa No. 1.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed in Harriet's mind.

So, she... she had transmigrated into a book?

“Archer...”

A gentle voice sounded from inside the villa.

Harriet's thoughts were interrupted. Looking up again, she saw a man walking out of the front door.

Wow!

Harriet's eyes lit up, momentarily dazed.

The man was over six foot three, his eyes cold and profound, his features sharp with a hint of mixed heritage, and a jawline sharper than her cleavage. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, he adjusted his Windsor knot as he walked out.

Her gaze fell on his long, straight, and bony fingers; as a self-proclaimed hand enthusiast, Harriet couldn't help but swallow.

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