Men in tailored suits stepped out, scanning the yard. My heart thudded as one of them walked up the path and stopped before Hannah.
He bowed slightly and said, “Miss… we’ve finally found you.”
Hannah’s hand trembled in mine. Then, from the largest SUV, a silver-haired man stepped out — his face pale, eyes shining with disbelief.
“My daughter,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve been searching for you for ten years.”
The Secret She Never Meant to Keep
It turned out that my quiet, gentle wife — the woman everyone thought was homeless — was the missing daughter of a wealthy Chicago businessman. Her family owned several companies, and after a bitter inheritance battle years ago, she’d walked away from it all.
Tired of greed and manipulation, she vanished — living without money, without name, and without ties.
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