It finally settled on Jayson Calderon's face in the corner and I tapped my finger in his direction. "I think Uncle Jayson is quite suitable."

"I hear he's a sworn brother you made years ago, only eight years older than Darrick. I doubt there'd be much of a generation gap between us."

Darrick’s father's eyes widened, he and Darrick’s mother spoke in unison, "Absolutely not!"

"Jayson is merely my younger brother—not truly part of the Calderon Family. He knows nothing about company affairs. Miss Graham, please don't joke about this."

 

 

"Yeah, Marylin, Jayson is just a manager at a subsidiary company. You'd be settling for less by marrying him. He's got no ambition and no business sense..."

I ignored their words, but I couldn't help feeling a faint urge to laugh. 

Jayson had kept it hidden from the Calderon Family all these years.

His overseas business was thriving—how could that be called lacking ambition? How could he be considered lacking in business sense?

Compared to Darrick, who could be dismissed with a single phone call, Jayson was the true schemer of the Calderon Family.

More importantly, he loved me.

In my past life, as I nearly bled to death on the operating table, Jayson rushed in recklessly, demanding to donate blood to save my life.

But our blood types didn't match. In the end, I still passed away.

After my death, he used his overseas connections to oust the Calderon Family from their circle, bankrupting them.

All three family members ended up homeless, beaten and cursed by creditors with nowhere to hide.

At my grave, Jayson poured out his heart to me. 

He said he had seen me long ago and fallen in love at first sight. 

The reason Jayson joined the Calderon Family solely to be near me.

Little did he know I would fall for Darrick.

Jayson avenged me, yet took his own life at my grave.

In his final moments, he revealed a truth that stunned me, that if the child in my womb was his.

That night at the hotel, it was Jayson who went to the rendezvous in Darrick's place.

The figure beneath my fingertips gradually emerged from the crowd.

Jayson, clad in a bespoke suit, wore a faint smile as his gaze settled on my face. "Miss Graham, I am not a member of the Calderon Family. I cannot give you the life you desire."

"If you follow me, you'll suffer hardship."

I returned his words with an even brighter smile. "What could be harder than having a husband who cheats?"