My Mister Right

Aaron froze for a second. He then suddenly burst into laughter.

Aaron laughed so hard he teared up as he spoke.

“Sabrina, come on. Everyone in our circle knows you’ve been trailing after me since we were kids. You were always saying you wanted to marry me.

“Anyone around our age is either married or already engaged. Are you saying you plan to break up someone else's engagement?

“Oh, right, there’s also Ethan. No way, right? He’s been overseas since forever. You’ve never even met him. Don’t tell me he’s your choice?

“So tell me, Sabrina. If not me, then who else would you be engaged to?”

I couldn’t even be bothered to argue with Aaron.

He’d find out soon enough who I’d chosen.

On the way to the club, Rachel and I shared the same car.

Seeing me rub my temples, she smiled smugly.

“Even if you become the head of the Saddler family one day, what’s the point if you’re married to Aaron and he doesn’t love you?

“If you’re not the one he loves, you’re the third wheel."

Without Aaron around, she finally dropped the act.

The sweet, delicate façade vanished, and the real Rachel emerged.

Looking at her smug, petty expression brought back memories of my previous life.

Her mother had shown up at our home one day, and after that, my parents divorced. Rachel and her mother officially took over our house.

Since my father, Frankie Saddler, felt guilty toward me, he treated me very well.

Later, he married Rachel off to the son of one of the Saddler family’s business partners.

Although that family wasn’t one of the four most powerful families in Jeselton City, they were second only to them due to their close ties with the Saddler family.

Grateful for the Saddler family’s support, they treated Rachel like a queen.

She ended up living far better than I did, even as the heir to the Saddler family.

But this time, I wouldn’t let my father have any say in Rachel’s marriage.

I was looking forward to seeing how things would turn out for her on her own.

So I ignored her mocking tone and simply replied, “Well then, I wish you and Aaron a lifetime of happiness and a healthy baby soon.”

She froze for a moment. There was no way for her to vent her anger.

I didn’t spare her another glance and got out of the car.

Timothy Sullivan, Ethan's grandfather, was having his 80th birthday celebration. I accompanied Wilson to deliver our birthday gift for him.

After that, to avoid all the people trying to pry about our family’s engagement plans, I slipped off to the garden for some peace.

I didn’t expect to run into Rachel there.

Word was, Aaron had been showering her with gifts, taking her to all kinds of elite events.

These days, when people in the social circle mentioned 'the Saddler girl,' they no longer thought of me.

Rachel had completely stolen the spotlight.

She walked up to me with a smile. Her voice was smug.

“Sabrina, do you like this dress?

“Aaron had it custom-designed for me by a top designer. There’s only one like it in the world.”

I ignored her, but she wasn’t about to give up. She went on.

“And these earrings? They’re made by one of the best designers in the world.”

I was about to snap at her to back off when I noticed the bracelet on her wrist.

My heart instantly sank.

It looked exactly like the heirloom bracelet my grandmother, Hannah Saddler, left me before she passed.

My mother, Cindy Saddler, had given it to my grandmother before she left.

When my grandmother died, she passed it on to me.

I treasured it deeply and kept it locked away. I couldn’t even bear to wear it myself.

I instinctively reached out to grab the bracelet for a closer look, but Rachel suddenly stepped back and deliberately fell to the ground before bursting into tears.

“Sabrina, what are you doing? I know you’re upset that Aaron likes me, but you can’t just shove me!”

A hand suddenly clamped down on my wrist.

A cold voice came from behind me.

“Sabrina, what are you doing?”

Aaron glared at me fiercely.

“Why are you throwing a tantrum?”

I shook him off and locked eyes with Rachel.

“Where did you get that bracelet?”

For a brief second, guilt flickered across Rachel’s face. Seeing Aaron standing beside her gave her a boost of confidence.

She straightened her back immediately.

“Aaron gave it to me!”

“You’re lying! That’s a Saddler family heirloom. There’s only one like it in the world! Give it back!” I snapped.