When Love Breaks by jack

Two years later, at RiverCity International Airport.

Stepping out in my flats, dragging my suitcase behind me, I was immediately

engulfed in a massive bear hug from Christine.

“Designer Jane, you finally decided to grace us with your presence?”

“Are you trying to suffocate me or what?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I missed you, that’s why I’m back.”

Truth be told, Christine would visit me in France whenever she had the chance.

Our last meetup was just two weeks ago.

Driving home, she filled the air, “You know, when you first disappeared, Bryant went mad. He couldn’t accept that you were just gone. He nearly turned RiverCity upside down, draining lakes if he had to.”

I smiled faintly. “You’ve told me this story a thousand times.”

“Well, it’s still unbelievable to me,” Christine sighed. “But Bryant and Mark kept a tight lid on the situation. Not many people knew you were gone.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

To the world, I was still Mrs. Ferguson, living a life of luxury by Bryant’s side.

Molly returned to the Ford Group shortly after Gregory’s incident, fighting tooth. and nail with the bastard son to protect what belonged to her, Mrs. Ford, and Gregory.

Looking out the car window, I saw the bustling streets of RiverCity, lively as ever.

RiverCity hadn’t changed much.

The RF Group continued to expand, halting its vendetta against the Myers family but strictly forbidding Dorothy from meddling in business matters, threatening further crackdowns.

In Vista Town, a new force had rapidly emerged, backed by unknown powers, growing into a business legend that even the RF Group wouldn’t dare to provoke lightly.

And me? I had died and come back to life in these two years.

Noticing my distant look, Christine tried to lighten the mood. “How come you only have one suitcase? I bet it can’t fit all your awards and trophies.”

I let out a chuckle, “Yeah, I was too lazy. Just brought the bare essentials and had my aunt ship the rest.”

Christine was curious. “How did Dave let you go this time?”

Dave was a renowned genius designer in the fashion world, a mentor to many including Mark during his studies in France.

He only took me as his private student.

I grinned. “He said there’s nothing left he could teach me. The rest is up to me.

These past two years, I had focused on honing my design skills, sweeping almost every prestigious award in the fashion industry.

With Dave as my mentor, I had made a name for myself in the international fashion scene.

At Janedream, I left the online sales designs to Jeff and his team, focusing only on final approvals.

Janedream had grown into an increasingly popular fashion brand.

The new apartment, purchased last year with Christine’s help, was decorated in French style, exactly how I wanted.

It was close to Janedream, in a prime location. The penthouse was serene, with a large terrace.

Entering the apartment, Christine flashed a smile. “So, what do you think? Satisfied?”

“I trust your judgment.”

After a long flight and dealing with jet lag, I collapsed onto the sofa. “This sofa is so comfy.”

“Of course, it is. You’re rich now. I wouldn’t dare buy you anything but the best.”

Christine teased before her tone turned tentative. “Still no word from Gregory?”

I shook my head, softly saying, “Nothing.”

Staying in France was a choice driven by the need for a change and the hope of finding Gregory.

At first, there were no clues. But as my network grew, despite asking countless friends, no one knew of his whereabouts.

It was as if he never set foot in France.

Feeling my resignation, Christine gently suggested, “Maybe it’s time to stop looking. If he was alive, don’t you think he’d have found you?”

I forced a smile. “Let’s see.”

He had been looking for me for over twenty years, and I had barely started.

“Stubborn as ever,” Christine chided, changing the subject. “So, what’s your plan now that you’re back?”

“Didn’t you say you landed me a big project in the entertainment industry?”