mily had a plan.

taken under their wing. The one they'd groomed. The one destined to m

crapers that scraped the New York sky, luxury resorts that dotted coastl

ifth birthday, Jame

was to be honored. Her portrait would hang in the Harringt

ath, I'd get a token sum. The bulk of my sh

grandchildren, stood with h

It crushed my chest. I remember gas

di

opened

the Harrington estate. Sunlight

ression serious. "James, you're not getting any younger. It's time

warmly. "I bet my son picks Eleanor

one. My designs, my dedicatio

James Harringto

ey

ng disgust. A hatred I wouldn't see for

ed. He was

just restarted, fe

or Olivia. Fine. I wou

id, my voice surprisin

one s

s it?" Catherine asked

d. "My vision may not align with the future of Harrington Holdings.

y at James. "I withdraw m

nd. A flicker of shock in th

pure

air back, stood, and walked out o

In this timeline, she wasn't a ghost. She was

ecades of marriage, a lifetime of

Alistair's voice, usually so com

who had once treated me li

ington, James has his heart set

red glances. But after James's abrupt de

went to my suite to

media, gossip sites, all blaring the same headline: "James Ha

young, nestled in James's arm. He he

em away, my

commotion eru

ia through the main entrance of the Harrington

, shouting echoed f

ou, I've chosen Olivia! Why is Eleanor still liste