Christina let out a deep breath; her expression strained with unease. "I just hope I didn't make the wrong decision back then."

Aspen did not bother to answer. Whether Christina admitted it or not, the truth was already clear.

Yet, here she was—desperately clinging to the belief that she had been right all along. It was laughable. No, it was downright pathetic.

Aspen found it amusing, but in a way, she was the same. She had been crushed by Andrew time and time again, only to refuse to accept it.

She had also kept chasing after her so-called dignity, convinced that she, Aspen of Bridgefields' Stevens family, could never lose. In the end, she and Christina were not so different.

…

The two women soon arrived at the Weller family estate.

Harvey had not seen Christina in a while, but the moment she walked through the door, he smirked.

He teased, "Christie, don't tell me you've come to your senses and decided to crawl back to me. If that's the case, I might be willing to give