“Your inheritance is still protected.”
I slowly sat up.
“Then let’s make sure Lucas finds out I’m alive.”
Three days later, I walked into the ballroom.
Hundreds of journalists were there.
International cameras.
Business reporters.
Television crews.
Lucas stood at the podium.
“My beloved wife will always remain—”
He stopped.
The room went silent.
I walked through the doors.
Lucas stared at me.
His face turned completely white.
Gertrude dropped her champagne glass.
Roderick stepped backward.
Marcus whispered something.
I kept walking.
Then I stood directly in front of the podium.
“Did you miss me?”
