The moment Charlotte came back, it all crumbled.
I was not a queen that was dethroned, I had never been on the throne. I had merely been a substitute, filling a void until Sylus’s true love returned.
How pathetic I felt, holding onto something that was never mine to begin with.
But then, the painful truth struck me: none of that would have happened if Sylus had not found me that day at the hospital.
Our first meeting had been nothing more than a case of mistaken identity.
I was a resident doctor, working night shifts in the emergency room at a hospital run by the Fuentez family.
My life was simple then, it was to save enough money to retire and travel the world. That was all I wanted.
It was after one of those grueling night shifts that he appeared. I was resting at the canteen, sipping my coffee and nibbling on a sandwich, when a tall, imposing man came to me.
His eyes locked on me, and I remember the odd look in them, half surprise and half recognition.
“Lotty?” he had murmured, his voice filled with a strange mix of longing and disbelief.