Chapter 11%
Ant when I was still reeting with confusion. I happened to glance at my phone–and froze.
The top headline blared acres the screen in bold lettera &
Wallace Publicly Dectares Nancy Brown His Lifelong Lovel
My name
My photo &
Plastered across the most searched news in the country &
Letored in disbelief, my fingers trembling
Underneath the headline, the comment section exploded with reactions from stunned netizens:
“Wart–what isn’t Mr. Jacobson famously obsessed with his wife? Why is he suddenly announcing someone else as his true love?” “Didn’t he just offer a 10 million reward to find Mrs. Jacobson not long ago? What’s going on?!”
“Rumor has it the woman they found earlier was fakel She and her family tried to impersonate Mrs. Jacobson and have now been captured. I heard Mr. Jacobson’s punishment was brutall”
“Oh my God, do they still have their lives? How could anyone dare to lie to Wallace?!”
“But who is Nancy Brown? How did she become the lifelong love‘ out of nowhere?!”
Reading the wild speculation and frenzied debate, my mind spun with even more questions. I didn’t understand. Why did Wallace publicly link himself to me?
Why did he call me his one true love?N
And just as I was drowning in bewilderment, the door to my room burst open.
Wallace strode in, his expression filled with barely restrained emotion. When his eyes landed on me, relief flooded his face.
“Nancy,” he breathed, crossing the room in swift strides. “You’re finally awake.”
He knelt beside me, his eyes scanning me anxiously. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything?“W
His tenderness was so sudden, so intense, that I instinctively leaned away.
“…” I hesitated, my voice soft and shaky. “What’s going on?”
“Why is everyone calling me Mrs. Jacobson?“N
I looked at him, heart pounding, eyes searching for clarity. I had so many questions that they knotted inside me, choking my breath.” Why had he stayed silent when he knew my sister was a fraud?
Why hadn’t he avenged the real Mrs. Jacobson?N
Why was the jade pendant I’d lost years ago kept so carefully in his home?
Why now–after everything–did he declare his love for me?N
Why was Wallace, a man the world feared like a living devil, now treating me as though I were his entire world?
My hesitation made something flicker in his eyes–hurt, maybe, or regret. His smile faltered as he reached into his coat pocket.” Then, carefully, he held out a familiar object in his palm.N
It was the jade pendant.N
My pendant.N
The one I had lost so many years ago.N
“This belongs to you, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly.N
I stared at it, stunned. “Yes. But… how did you get it?“N
A strange light entered his eyes–hope, disbelief, something fierce and vulnerable all at once.
Then he spoke the words that shattered everything I thought I knew.
“Little Bun… I’m Little Stone.“N
I froze.N
My breath caught.
A flood of childhood memories rushed in, vivid and unshakable.
I was seven years old again.N
And there he was–a small, dirty boy digging through garbage for food.
I had offered him my last steamed bun without hesitation.
Every day after that, we played and laughed together in secret. We gave each other names.
He called me Little Bun.
I called him Little Stone.
But one day, he was gone.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Just silence.N
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And there he was a small, dirty boy digging through garbage for food.%
I had offered him my last steamed bun without hesitation.
Every day after that, we played and laughed together in secret. We gave each other names.
He called me Little Bun $
I called him Little Stone.
But one day, he was gone.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Just silence.
I had waited. I had searched. But before I could find him, we moved away.
Now–decades later–he was here.
Wallace.
The cold, feared billionaire.
Was him?
Still stunned, I barely registered his next words.
“The time I spent with you was the happiest part of my childhood,” he said gently. “After you left, I searched everywhere. But you were gone. I didn’t even know your real name.”
I’ve been trying to find you ever since. But with only my memories… it was like chasing shadows.“}]
His voice lowered with a hint of shame. “Veronica… was the first person who resembled you. I knew she wasn’t you–but I was so desperate, I kept her near. A substitute to ease the ache.“>
My heart clenched.&
“I investigated her death the moment i found her body. I knew it wasn’t an accident.“>
He looked me dead in the eyes, voice steady but laced with fury.
“I was on my way to confront your sister that very day.“!
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