Each morning started before sunrise, her small hands working through piles of dresses until they became raw and cracked. This went on for three long years—until one day, a piece of news surfaced, and her wealthy father happened to see it.
Three years after Isabella’s death, Jonathan Reed still lived with the silence she left behind in their large estate. Nothing had changed—her portrait still hung above the fireplace, her favorite chair untouched. Jonathan buried himself in his luxury hotel business, leaving early and returning late, convincing himself that staying busy would ease the loneliness. It didn’t.
His children were all he had left. Emily, only seven, was far more mature than her age. She looked after her younger brother and instinctively knew when to stay quiet around their father. Lucas, just three, barely remembered his mother and depended completely on his sister.
Jonathan loved them deeply, but he didn’t know how to express it. He believed providing money and stability was enough.
Then he met Karen.