Chapter 11
“Cammie, I know I messed up. But I can’t let you go.”
In the end, Brent left with red eyes.
It wasn’t that I was heartless. I had just spent too many years losing myself.
For the rest of my life, I wanted to build something of my own–not be Brent’s wife, not be the useless daughter–in–law of the Ceppetellis.
A week later, his father passed away. Brent handled everything on his own.
Before a few days of mourning was over, he transferred the company and most of its
assets to me.
I stared at the long string of numbers in my account. I didn’t refuse it–this was mine to begin with.
Then I turned around and donated it all to an orphanage, hoping that no other child like Dolly would have to wander the streets again.
Later, I heard that Shalane was sentenced to 10 years. Her lover left her, too.
Galvin and Devin became orphans for real this time. They ended up in an orphanage.
As for Brent, he disappeared.
S
Some said he went to France. Others whispered that he’d been taken care of–permanently.
But I knew the truth.
C
In a remote town in the northwest, a small inn had opened up. It was called Sweethearts‘ Sanctuary.
Two big, burly men ran the place. But the owner never showed his face.
Rooms were cheap–so cheap they barely made a profit. If a couple checked in together, they even got a discount.
I never went. I never cared.
My company was thriving, and as the VP and acting CEO, I was so busy I barely had time to
eat.
Two years later, the company was making billions. I took my share of the profits and bought a small villa with a garden. Dolly and I moved in.
She grew up, turned into a little chatterbox, always nagging me to eat on time and not stay up too late.
The decades that followed were busy but peaceful.
I never looked back.
The past was nothing more than an old dream. And old dreams, like dust, never found their way into my new life.
(End)
