I thought I couldn’t feel sad anymore.
But when I turned off my phone, I couldn’t help but cry out loud.
I had always dreamed of having a family and a child of my own.
But the family I longed for never came, and my child was taken from me because of Zamora.
I wiped away my tears hard.
It didn’t matter.
Now, I had real family.
The next day, I drove alone to the hot spring resort.
“Sorry, Ma’am. The place has been reserved for a private event tonight,” the staff said reluctantly.
I frowned. “Reserved by whom?”
“Miss Zamora and Sir Ross, Ma’am.”
I froze where I stood.
Moments later, laughter came from not far away, cutting through the air.
“Oh, Ross, this place is so beautiful!” Zamora exclaimed, her voice bright and light.
Ross’s voice followed.
“This is where we used to come, remember? We promised to be together forever.”
His tone was so gentle it was almost unbelievable.
So this was his version of being “busy”—reliving old memories.
I kept a cold face as I handed over my family’s black card. The staff called and promptly moved aside, greeting me respectfully.
Soft lights glowed over the resort; mist rose from the hot springs.
I saw Ross holding Zamora’s hand as they walked to the hilltop.