“On the day of Eric’s parents’ wedding anniversary—did you get a letter from Ayla?”

Chelsey blinked, clearly thrown off. “A letter? From Ayla?” She looked genuinely puzzled. “No, I don’t think so…”

“No?” Hadley’s expression tightened. “Think carefully. Did you receive anything that day—something that was meant for me?”

Chelsey paused, brows knitting as she searched her memory. Then suddenly—

“Oh! Yes, wait—I do remember something!” She then shook her head, almost laughing at herself. “But it wasn’t from Ayla. It was from one of your fans. And it wasn’t a letter—it was a little handmade coin purse, inside a gift box. I just… left it in the side hall of your place, as I usually did.”

“A coin purse?” Hadley murmured, her mind retracing every detail.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, delicate coin purse—the same one she’d been using to hold her keys and earphones.

It was lovely, handcrafted, clearly a fan’s gift.

“This one?” she asked, holding it up.

Chelsey’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Yes! That’s it!” she confirmed with eager nods.

Hadley’s brow tightened.

She remembered opening the gift box herself. There had been no letter inside. No note. Nothing tucked beneath the fabric lining.

“Chelsey,” she said, her voice measured. “Think carefully. That day—was that the only thing you received?”

Chelsey nodded, more certain this time. “Yes. Positive. You weren’t on set, and since fans knew your schedule, none of them came by. That was the only gift handed to me.”

Hadley went quiet, her thoughts spiraling inward.

If that coin purse was the only package Chelsey received, then Ayla’s letter must have been placed inside it—tucked away, hidden in the box. So… where did it go?

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Everyone in the Scott family knew she was going to marry Eric. No one would dare tamper with her things. The staff knew better.

Then who?

Wait—A flash of memory struck her like lightning.

Linda.

That night. Linda had shown up at her place.

When Hadley returned, Linda had been in the side hall—right where Chelsey had left the gift box.

Her eyes snapped to Eric’s. “It was her!”

Eric blinked, caught off guard. “Who?”

Hadley let out a cold laugh, her tone laced with disdain. “Really don’t know?”

Eric frowned, trying to follow. “What are you talking about?”

She turned from him and faced Chelsey. “Thank you, Chelsey. You’re done here. You can go back now.”

Chelsey hesitated, guilt flashing across her face. “Hadley… should I not have accepted the gift? Did I mess something up?”

“No,” Hadley said gently, offering a reassuring smile. “You did fine.” Find the newest release on find[?]ovel.net

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