Andrew Lane could have been called a good teacher—he taught her so much. But he was also, in many ways, the very demon who wrecked her life.
Back when Isabella Austin was still away, Andrew Lane treated her like she was made of glass—he coddled her, sheltered her from the world. Even the staff, who resented her sudden rise to the Lane family’s adopted daughter, had no choice but to greet her respectfully when she passed.
Andrew was the perfect older brother, giving her the most precious things in the world—things she’d never received even from her own parents. She was bound to him by feelings so deep and persistent they seemed etched into her very bones.
Her attachment to Andrew went beyond infatuation. It was almost familial, a dependency that grew with every year she spent in the Lane household. In her heart, Andrew’s place was irreplaceable. To pull him out would have left her raw and bleeding.
In her previous life, she simply couldn’t help trusting Andrew Lane. She couldn’t let go of him—not when he was Andrew, the one and only Andrew, the one who always forgave her, always understood her. If Isabella Austin had never come back, she might have always believed she was just as unique to Andrew as he was to her.
No matter how many times Andrew hurt her, she clung to hope—a stubborn, desperate hope that he’d return to her, just as he always did. That he’d scold her in that deep voice, tell her to stand up straight, to hold her head high and live with pride.
But all her illusions shattered the day her daughter died.


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