The Forgotten Heiress: A Decade Erased

to my dy

other was alive. She was vibrant,

I didn't know where to go, but my body took me somewhere familiar. I hailed another

redecorated. The warm, western-themed furniture was gone, replaced by cold, modern pi

with his new wife, Jennifer's mother. They looked u

. "What is this? Ethan called. He said you're having anoth

, my voice trembling.

sighed dramatically. "Oh, you poor dear. Your mother

ame number Ethan

ying," I

ng my wife in my house. You've been nothing but a burden for a decade, Stella. A constant so

. I backed away, turning to leave, my

dusty yard, a familiar voice

my family since before I was born. He was loyal to my

lace that hadn't been changed. The smel

said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

into the house just weeks after my mother's funeral. He described how Ethan, once so loving, had grown cold and distant after my mother's death, his ambit

guel said sadly. "It was like the musi

flicker of a memory.

ly. "The vintage one my mom gav

d. "You put it there yourself, years ago. S

r father... he always tells people Jennifer is the heir to the family money. But your mother, she was smart

eces were swirling in my mind, a confusin