Desperate to hold on to the life she knew, she clung to the Hewitt brothers, reshaping herself into whatever they wanted.
Howard was a workaholic, so she pursued a double degree, studied countless business cases, and molded herself into her perfect secretary and wife.
Brad was wild and adventurous, so she followed him to the mountains and the sea, skiing and diving—collecting bruises and scars along the way.
Howard had a sensitive stomach, and Brad was a picky eater, so she mastered the art of cooking, ensuring every meal was just right.
Even when Brad fell gravely ill six months ago and needed a kidney transplant, she didn’t hesitate. She was a match. Without a second thought, she gave him one of hers.
For three years, she had done everything—above and beyond—without complaint. Even the Hewitt elders couldn’t find fault in her.
Everyone said she loved the Hewitt brothers deeply.
Only Lora Bray, the true daughter of the Bray family, ever looked at her with feigned pity and gentle condescension.