He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 19

But she didn’t know that when she was six, her parents had hidden the truth about the cat. Heather never knew how the cat disappeared.

The dress incident when she was eight, Heather noticed that the dress was a bit different, but her mother just brushed it off.

Their parents had always been protecting their evil daughter, even when she was poisoned to death, still thinking that it was their failure as parents and that it was a deserved punishment.

They only hoped she would repent before it was too late...

The waves crashed against the rocks along the shore, and after a final moment, everything returned to silence.

James drove to visit the cemetery where Heather was buried.

She didn't have a grave, but James missed her too much, so he bought a burial plot and had a monument erected for her.

In the past two years, he had visited the site countless times, sitting in front of her name and photo on the gravestone all day. Sometimes, he would talk to her; other times, he would just stare blankly.

Today was the anniversary of their first meeting. As they passed a shopping mall, James asked the driver to stop.

He saw the familiar luxury store, the one where he had bought the first scarf for Heather. He suddenly wanted to buy something for her again, knowing she would love it.

James entered the store, and when the staff saw his attire, they eagerly invited him to the VIP room on the second floor.

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Heather looked at the text message on her phone. It was from her boss, Luke.

[“I need to send a gift to a female client. I don’t know anything about women’s products, so could you go to the mall and pick something? I’ll reimburse you.”]

She put her phone away and walked into the luxury store in front of her.

"Hello, I’d like to buy a gift for someone, a woman in her twenties. Do you have any recommendations?" she asked.

The staff were very professional. After inquiring about her budget, they began to recommend different products.

However, Heather's gaze stopped at a scarf in the corner.

She recognized it immediately—the scarf was identical in style to the one James had given her years ago.

The staff, following her gaze, enthusiastically introduced it, “This is our commemorative edition. It was first released ten years ago, and this year we’ve reissued a few limited pieces. Do you like it?”

Heather averted her eyes, finding it hard to answer.

She was still lost in thought when she heard a man’s voice from the staircase behind her, “Let me see that scarf.”

Heather just shook her head, turning quickly to leave. “I said I don’t need it.”

She had taken a few steps when the man suddenly caught up and blocked her path.

Her heart almost leapt out of her chest. In her panic, she looked up at him for a second, then immediately looked away.

That brief glance made James’s heart skip a beat.

He stared at her and asked, somewhat absent-minded, “Have we met somewhere before?”

Despite the completely unfamiliar face, her eyes seemed strangely familiar.

She quickly shook her head, denying it. “No, I’ve never seen you before... Could you let me go?”

Only then did James snap back to reality. “You dropped your bag.”

He handed her the canvas bag, and she almost fled in haste.

James stood there, watching her disappear from view, lost in thought for a long time.

Heather didn’t stop until she was far from the store, staring in the direction she had come from.