She Stole My Fiancé So I Married The Prince Chapter 23
He had never once given me a kind look. Instead, he had decided I was the one who drove Isabella away and demanded every day that I bring her back.
This life, I had done nothing for him at all.
And yet at the very end, he was the one who remembered me.
I sat by the care bed and watched his breathing grow weaker and weaker.
By evening, he slowly closed his eyes and never opened them again.
I transferred every bit of cash I could access to my mother so she could arrange a proper funeral for him.
Then I handed Isabella’s tracking information to my Royal Guard.
I gave only one order.
Find her.
If she resists, do not let her cross the border alive.
The debt left by Isabella’s birth mother had been compounded by what Isabella herself had done in this life.
I left the apartment to the sound of my mother’s weeping.
Downstairs, Prince Rowan stood by the SUV, holding Emma and waiting for me.
When he saw me, he let out a long breath of relief, took my hand, and guided me into the car.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”