The Forgotten Heiress: A Decade Erased

aleb had pointed at. I sat down, my hands trembling in

t. Jennifer moved around the kitchen with an easy familiarity, humming softl

Why was she here, servi

ice barely a whisper. "

lowly, and then answered Jennifer instead. "Aunt Jennifer, c

er cooed, stroking his hair.

as devastating. It felt like I was a

like chips of ice. "Don't bother him, Stella. You

d his tie. "Jennifer, I'm heading to the office

is briefcase. "I made you lunch," she said, he

is voice softening for th

and the silence retur

, the real Ethan, the one who loved me. Thi

at hung on my frame. They felt like they belonged to someone else. I left the penthouse, ign

s plaque read 'Scott & Sterl

bored expression, looked me up and do

than Scott," I sai

meeting. He can't be disturbed." Her tone mad

Jennifer walked in, carrying a stylish l

u brought Mr. Scott his lun

her eyes, when they met mine, were full of triumph. "Oh, S

er me, broke something inside me. I pushed past the sputtering receptionist a

ere th

desk, his hands on her waist, his mou

len, and a smug, victorious smile spread across her fa

t," he

e question was a r

he smoothed down her skirt and walked to

close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't you remember? The five-year