Leona Grant opened the car door. After Annabelle Linton got in, he closed the door, walked around to the other side, opened his door, and got in the car.
'The wife I traded my life for…'
Hearing his words, Annabelle Linton was reminded of their past life, the one described in Leona Grant's file—how he had followed her in death…
And how, when she was about to marry Aaron Wyatt, she had killed herself right in front of him…
Leona Grant's love was always so heavy, so heart-wrenching.
A wave of warmth washed over Annabelle Linton's heart, but her eyes couldn't help but sting with unshed tears.
Memories of the past flashed before her eyes, frame by frame. She gazed out the window at the swirling crowd, at all the people struggling through life, some sighing, others lost in despair.
Nine times out of ten, life is full of disappointment. Yet she, an orphan, was sheltered under Leona Grant's wing, protected from all harm. He had given her a life free of worry.
