When Clint broke off our engagement, everyone said my life was over.
I had been with him for five years, and in order to please him, my reputation was already in ruins.
No one would want to accept a woman like me.
Then, when news spread that Clint had a new lover, everyone expected me to beg and plead for him to take me back.
But they didn’t know that I had voluntarily replaced my younger sister and was about to go to Washington for an arranged marriage.
Before I got married, I returned the treasure chest Clint had given me.
The blank wish card he had personally given me when we were young.
I left cleanly and without a trace.
