She had just wrapped up her work on the stealth air-launched drone project and stepped out of the classified military base, finally able to check her phone, when the bad news started pouring in. First came word that her father had been arrested and jailed. Then, barely time to process that blow, another message: her mother-in-law, Dorothy, had collapsed a few days ago and was now in the ICU. Her father-in-law, Vincent Windsor, had tried calling her, but when he couldn’t reach her, he sent a text, urging her to come to the hospital at once.
She rushed there without hesitation—not just to see Dorothy, but because she hoped to borrow the formidable legal team of Beasley Windsor to help fight her father’s case.
She didn’t believe her father could be guilty of what they accused him of. There had to be a mistake—she was sure she could find a hole in the prosecution’s case and clear his name.
But then, just as she was about to enter Dorothy’s hospital room, she overheard a conversation between Vincent and Beasley. By sheer accident, she learned that Dorothy had undergone a heart transplant more than a decade ago—and the donor had been her own mother.
The revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning. She stood frozen, unable to think or move.
That’s when the people inside spotted her. Beasley, with no patience for explanations, threw her out of the ward.
She pleaded with him, begging to be allowed to see Dorothy, but all she got in return was his icy, biting question: “Where were you when my mother was fighting for her life?”
Willow had no answer. Her work was classified—she couldn’t explain.
But then she remembered her father, still locked away. She swallowed her pride and asked Beasley again, this time begging him to let his lawyers defend her father.
He refused—cold and absolute.
Desperate, she resorted to the secret she’d just uncovered. She told Beasley that, for the sake of her mother, who had saved his own mother’s life, he should help her father.
His response was even colder, merciless: “You already got your reward when you became Mrs. Windsor. Don’t be greedy, Willow. Be careful, or you’ll end up with nothing at all.”
Greedy? Was that what he thought?
Maybe she had been greedy. Greedy for his heart, for something that had never truly belonged to her.
Anger, humiliation—maybe both. Whatever it was, his face darkened, and he ordered his people to throw her out of the hospital, not sparing her a second glance.
That was when Willow ran into Rosamund herself, coming into the hospital to visit Dorothy. Rosamund was incognito, hiding behind sunglasses and a baseball cap, keeping her head down as she made her way through the lobby.
To Willow’s surprise, Rosamund approached her directly and greeted her by name.
It took Willow a moment to realize how Rosamund even knew who she was. The answer was obvious: Beasley must have told her.
So the rumors were true. There was something between them.
Much later, when Willow was kidnapped and held prisoner by three foreign men, she would hear their conversations and have her suspicions confirmed beyond all doubt.

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