The Love that Never Really Dies

This was her first time seeing Sebastian’s wedding photos.

When they got married back then, they didn’t take any. In fact, when they needed to register their marriage, Frederick had to piece two different pictures together.

Thinking about it now, Sasha felt that it was a shame.

But now, he and his first love were standing on the screen, blinding her.

The two looked destined to be together. The man looked dashing; every chiseled angle was a symbol of perfection.

As for Roxanne, she looked just like a princess, leaning submissively on him. Whoever saw her could feel the blissfulness she was exuding.

It turned out that the wedding of the century the lady reporter was talking about was their wedding.

Sasha didn’t know how long she stayed standing there, frozen to the spot.

It wasn’t until the seller, who was waiting at the old Hayes residence, gave her a call that she regained her senses.

“Hello? Ms. Wand? Have you gotten off the plane?”

“Yes. I’m heading over right now.” Recovering her gaze, Sasha ended the call and buried her emotions away.

After that, she left the airport with her luggage in hand.

She reminded herself that everything that was happening was no longer any of her business.

She soon arrived in the city.

every billboard in the city. Furthermore, she could

the hotels she wanted to stay in were filled with

clenched her fingers and ordered the

me to Horington,

for demolition? What are you going there

was surprised to hear her

stunned. “Demolished? Since

year. Ever since New Town was built, Old Town has

driver must be a local given

tell me it’s going to be demolished? Furthermore, he must still be at Horington. He didn’t tell me to head elsewhere to find

him quite a lot

told the driver to hurry on over to

that marked

didn’t he tell

of the taxi at

“Uncle Jackson…”

you ask her to come back today? Did you want her to see that jerk’s wedding? Why must you cause trouble at a time

voice of a middle-aged woman sound from the second floor. She sounded extremely

her tongue at

voice belonged to her aunt,

her aunt anymore — especially after the woman had slapped her. Whenever she heard Sharon’s voice, she would subconsciously be seized by

trouble? Am I not doing this for the two children? Didn’t you see

think she will have it easy? Let me remind you, she might end up

fell silent