Mrs. Prescott was a soft-hearted woman. In the end, she forgave Gavin.

At this point, Rosita couldn't help but sigh. "Word is, Gavin's turned into the ultimate doting husband lately. He and Mrs. Prescott are even planning a big thirtieth anniversary party-sometime at the end of the month, I think?"

Lauren was so furious she hung up on the spot.

Hearing the abrupt click and the busy signal that followed, Rosita's mood soared.

She knew that Lauren wouldn't be able to stomach the thought of Gavin living so well. There was no way she'd just let it go.

Give it a few days, and Lauren would lose her composure and go looking for Gavin.

And when that moment came, it would be the lowest point of Lauren's life.

A cold, calculating smile tugged at Rosita's lips as she contemplated her little victory.

Just then, her phone started ringing again—an unfamiliar number this time.

Rosita didn't think much of it and hung up right away.

After taking a shower and getting changed, she found her phone still buzzing insistently with the same number.

She hesitated, but finally answered. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me. Ottilie Kensington."

came through the line. "I have something you might want. How about we

frowned. "What

"It's about Briony."

shot up.

repeated, more

show you

thought for a moment, then said, "Fine. Come

a month had passed since Briony returned

had already settled in

ver

studio. Word had spread among her old clients that she was back, and they were practically tripping over themselves to work with her

priorities had shifted her focus was no longer

a project for an animation company

blended traditional culture with her exquisite hand-drawn art; every

days, she spent her time

entire family to bez together except at dinner. Their busy schedules kept them apart; sometimes, days went by when she barely saw

that had made Briony's life easier these past two

Briony's phone rang-it

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