Love's Fallen Petal, Drifting In the Wind of DespairChapter 1 Borrow Gown

My father left me billions in inheritance.

Yet, I was on the brink of death, and the person I loved no longer wanted me.

I had once accompanied him to Milan, walking with him as the plane trees shed their leaves onto the streets. But just when I loved him the most, he let go.

Later, I left resolutely, but he went mad with grief.

Now, a new business mogul held my hand tightly, a carefree smile on his face, and said, "Sorry, Rachel doesn't go back to the past, nor does she pick up discarded things."

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Kaden Wilson's secretary, Megan Turner, arrived.

The media buzzed about her being Kaden's new lover and painted me as a discarded woman.

"Rachel," Megan called.

"Call me Mrs. Wilson," I replied, stubbornly clinging to the last shred of my pride.

Megan paused for a moment, then her smile widened. "Mrs. Wilson, I'm here to borrow a gown. Tonight, I need to accompany Mr. Wilson to a business event and I need something a bit more formal."

Megan, with her impeccable figure and striking looks, was Kaden's efficient assistant.

She was sharp, and I always seemed to be at a disadvantage when dealing with her.

More than once, Kaden and I had argued because of her.

"Kaden sent you?" I hesitated, but the question slipped out.

"No," Megan replied smoothly. "I actually had the gown ready a week ago, but when I tried it on today, I accidentally spilled red wine on it. I was worried it might reflect poorly on Mr. Wilson, so I came to borrow one from you."

I couldn't help but laugh at how she'd convinced herself she was concerned about Kaden's reputation.

Suppressing my rising anger, I said, "Alright, follow me."

I led Megan to my walk-in closet. "Help yourself. You can try on anything you like."

"This place is huge," Megan remarked, her gaze lingering on the jewelry displayed beside the wardrobe.

"Is it?" I said, smiling with indifference. "It's just alright."

"But you're spending Mr. Wilson's money," Megan added with a hint of challenge.

I chuckled. "Is that so? You've got it wrong. The money I spend is all mine. Kaden—he's not as wealthy as I am."

I settled on the sofa. "Even if I were spending Kaden's money, so what? Maybe someone would want to spend it but can't."