I never expected that less than three months after my mother’s death, my father would marry Clara’s mother. He knew how much this upset me. To make matters worse, Clara betrayed me. She stole my fiancé, Gerry Donaldson, at my lowest point. No, he called me petty?"
When he saw me lower my gaze in silence, Shane sighed and pulled me into his arms as he coaxed me, "Samantha, I know you feel like she took your father away and that you long for a real home. Yet, your career is still on the rise so I don’t want you to waste your talent by getting married now."
Back then, Clara had also said she didn’t want me to waste my talent. She even took the initiative to send me my design submission. However, on the last day, she tearfully claimed she had lost my draft.
I did not ask her to be responsible for her negligence. Instead, I put the blame on myself for not sending it personally.
That day, I went without food or water, desperately redrawing my design. I submitted it at the very last second. Yet, instead of getting the award that I had been waiting for, I was branded as a plagiarist who imitated a newcomer's idea. I had never imagined that it was all Shane's handiwork.