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Chapter_2
Sadie’s eyes immediately locked onto the emblem on the luxury convoy’s cars. It was unmistakable—the Potter family’s symbol.
Her heart skipped a beat. Are they here for me? Could it be that Ronan never betrayed me? Maybe he was forced to call off our engagement… Is he here to pick me up now that he knows I’ve returned?
“Miss Roth, is Mr. Potter here to pick us up?” Brenda asked excitedly, stepping forward.
But before she could take another step, two bodyguards rudely shoved them aside.
Amid the chaos, a figure approached with an air of grace and poise. Sadie’s breath caught in her throat as the woman drew closer. It was Leah.
Leah, once a familiar cousin, now exuded an aura of nobility. Her designer clothes, paired with her more refined features, were a stark contrast to the young woman Sadie remembered. Leah was holding a boy’s hand, one who seemed about the same age as Sadie’s three children.
The bodyguards bowed as they greeted her. “Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter, please!”
Leah wrinkled her nose in a clear display of disdain, holding a handkerchief to her face. “I’ll never travel on a commercial airline again. It’s filthy, filled with lower-class people.”
“Of course, ma’am,” one bodyguard said quickly, “If it weren’t for the weather, Mr. Potter would never have allowed you and young Master Potter to endure such discomfort.”
Leah, oblivious to anyone around her, led the little boy into the luxury car, her head held high, leaving Sadie unnoticed in the crowd.
Brenda’s voice cracked with disbelief. “Was that… Leah? Did she marry Mr. Potter?”
Sadie nodded slowly, the ache in her chest intensifying. Could it really be?
Tears welled in Sadie’s eyes as the convoy drove away. Ronan had once sworn to her that he would only marry her in this lifetime. Yet here was Leah—her cousin, the woman who had always been a step behind her—now holding the position Sadie had once believed was her own. And with a child, no less.
“Mommy, what happened?” her children asked, gathering around her in concern.
Sadie wiped her eyes quickly and smiled, though the sorrow in her heart was undeniable. “Mommy’s fine,” she murmured, squatting to embrace the three of them. “Don’t be sad, Mommy. When I make money, I’ll buy you a luxury car, so you won’t have to suffer anymore.” Noah, trying to console her, believed her sadness stemmed from being bullied.
“Who bullied you, Mommy? I’ll beat them up!” Nathan said with fiery determination, his tiny fists raised in defiance.
Mia, ever the gentle soul, reached up and softly wiped Sadie’s tear-streaked cheek. “Please don’t cry, Mommy,” she said in her sweet, comforting voice. “There, there. Don’t cry.”
As if on cue, a small, fluffy green head peeked out of Mia’s pocket. A parrot with big, round eyes blinked up at Sadie. “Mommy’s not crying,” it chirped.
Sadie took a deep breath and smiled, feeling a flicker of warmth. “Let’s go to our new home, alright?”
“Yeah! Let’s go home!” the children cheered in unison.
Sadie kissed them all and, with a mixture of hope and weariness, gathered her things and headed toward the nearest taxi stand.
Gone were the days when Sadie had been pampered—accompanied by luxury cars, servants at her beck and call. Now, she stood in line with Brenda and her children, each of them carrying their own weight—literally.
When the taxi finally arrived, it was clear that it wouldn’t fit all five of them. With a heavy heart, Sadie waved goodbye to Brenda and climbed into a separate car, watching as the storm clouds gathered in the distance, dark and ominous.
The taxi driver, clearly nervous, sped ahead as the first drops of rain began to fall. But disaster struck when, at an intersection, the taxi collided with a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom. The crash echoed loudly, and the driver’s face turned ashen with fear.
Sadie, sitting in the front seat, frowned, looking out the window. The car in front of them was a limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom—one of only seven in existence. Even the smallest dent could bankrupt the taxi driver.
