Rising From the Ashes After Seven Years Wasted

There is an unwritten rule among Saphira's elite.

If a new lover wants to become acknowledged as a man's official girlfriend, the previous girlfriend must publicly remove the bracelet that symbolizes her status and personally place it on the new woman's wrist.

The day Wayne Seyfried brings Ingrid Bacon home, the entire elite circle waits in anticipation to see me cause a scene.

I have stayed by Wayne's side loyally for seven years. For the sake of getting that bracelet, I once kneeled in the Seyfrieds' private chapel for three days. I have also taken a stab from a military bayonet for Wayne.

Everyone is certain that I would never give up my position willingly.

But when Ingrid, who is clad in a custom gown worth millions, shyly extends her hand to me, I do not argue or make a scene. Instead, I calmly remove the bracelet and slip it onto her wrist.

Swirling a glass of red wine, Wayne looks at me with eyes full of arrogance and satisfaction.

He says, "You finally know your place, Hillary. It's good that you know where you stand."

I lower my head and look at my bare wrist without saying a word.

Wayne is clueless. He doesn't know that I have recovered all the memories I lost a month ago.

I am the long-lost daughter of the Lachlan family, the wealthiest family in Grandor, who has been missing for seven years.

In three days, my older brother's private fleet of jets will arrive in Saphira to take me home.

Men and women who were elegantly and lavishly dressed mingled in Seyfried Manor, where a grand banquet was held.

Ingrid Bacon raised her hand and showed the bracelet that symbolized her current status on her wrist to the socialites around her. Gasps of amazement came from the crowd, followed by mocking glances directed at me as I stood quietly in the corner.

Wayne Seyfried sat at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping toward me from time to time.

After she'd had enough of basking in everyone's praise, Ingrid carried a glass of champagne and walked over to me. Her gaze fell on my neck, where an extremely rare pink diamond necklace hung.

Three years ago, Wayne had spent eight million dollars at Sorrell Auctions to buy it for me on my birthday.

Ingrid let out a soft laugh and deliberately leaned close to my ear. "Hillary, since you've already handed over the bracelet, isn't it inappropriate for you to keep wearing the necklace meant for the lady of the house?"

She reached out, intending to touch the necklace.

I took a step back.

Ingrid tilted the champagne glass in her hand in tandem with my reactionary motion. The pale golden liquid spilled all over my silk evening gown. Following a crisp crack, the champagne flute that fell to the floor shattered into countless pieces.

Ingrid immediately covered the back of her hand. Her eyes reddened instantly, and large tears began rolling