My Husband Lost Me, His Billionaire Friend Wants Me

e roadside, and, her nerves still in turmoil, quietly told the

m, her immediate reaction had been

onsequences and complications that wou

scattered across her arms and hurriedly hid them benea

d why fate seemed determined t

w even attempting to numb her pain with alcoh

her chest with unbearab

lly as tears once agai

y lead to questioning from the Burton family, and once they started asking, she would have no

up everything at least until she and E

utes later, the cab finally a

justed her hair to conceal the traces along her neck, collarbone, and ar

mother, Christina Burton, questioned a

ly, "I'm not sure. She hasn'

ntinued, "And what about

said he had urgent business to deal with l

possibly be? The guests have already started arriving for the memorial, yet no one is

ered and softly said,

oday is Elliot's grandfather's funeral? Important guests from Histead are already here, and members of the Campbell famil

ened her grip on the

s though every burden, even the responsibility of handling Elliot

while avoiding further conversation and quickly walking past Christi

city roads, and the car arrived at the f

the reception hall was alr

ng to manage everything. The instant she noticed Rebecca approaching, relief washed over

e question and instead asked

aunts keeping her co

o stay with her. I'll take

nswered before hur

h escaped Re

ver. Elliot's grandfather had shared a deep friendship with her grandfather for years, and ever sinc

eception hall, and Rebecca courteousl

d instinctively tried to take her hand. "Ryan just

hand. "Who exactly is Ryan? Why should

childhood, the heir of the Campbell family from Pliford.

ly had no memor

ss and elite circles, countless people tried desperately to gain their favor,

were already standing respectfully beside a

ked closer, the chauffeur stepped

d first, followed by Ryan himself as

d an air of effortless authority. He slowly raised his eyes to

saw his face clearly, he

" Elliot spoke of would turn out to be the s

offered Ryan a handshake. "Ryan, thank you for making the trip

and. "You're being too courteous. Matters at home have been overwhelming lately, so I could onl

nswered graciously. "You and Elliot haven't met in almost three years

old me he's overloaded with responsibilities back i

truly unfortunate," Jo

a, greet Ryan properly. He gifted you that valuable jewelry set at

rs turning ice-cold as though freezing water

he man she had slept with was none other

impatiently, "Rebecca, what are you daydrea

mp in her throat before dragging her hea