Rachel Foster stared dizzily at the photos, the scenes playing vividly before her eyes.
Her breathing became labored, and she lacked the courage to even reach out and pick them up.
Now, she could no longer escape the truth—
He loved Hanna... He truly loved Hanna.
She had always refused to believe it, clinging to a faint hope, but she had been deceiving herself all along.
Rachel's back began to tingle.
This was a reality she had anticipated, one she had even prepared herself to face, yet it felt like a breath was trapped in her chest, suffocating her.
He had been so good to her that it had sparked hope in her heart. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but he wouldn't let her go even after trying to distance herself from him.
If fate had gone to such lengths to unite them, why did it force her to face this cruel reality?
Was fate truly punishing her for her greed?
