Julie''s capture felt like a long-awaited justice for their little angel. Anastasia turned to Herman and whispered that she needed to visit their child''s grave, to speak to their lost son. "Sure," Herman nodded.


    He had been worried that Anastasia might break under the strain of her emotions, but enough time had passed, and she seemed stronger now.


    An hourter, they found themselves standing together in the cemetery.


    Katelyn had chosen a serene spot for their baby, a peaceful resting ce marked only by the inscription: "To our beloved firstborn, Jacob."


    Tears welled up in Anastasia''s eyes as she traced the letters of his name. Her voice broke, "My sweet boy, mommy''s here. I''m so sorry I couldn''t protect you. Those who hurt you have been punished. Our time together was too short, but maybe, in the next life, you could be my child again? I promise to protect you and love you with all my heart."


    She pressed her cheek to the cold stone, wishing for just one more touch of her baby''s face.


    Herman stood beside her, his own heart aching with memories of their son''s brief life. He wrapped his arms around Anastasia and said softly, "Maybe our boy wille back to us, choosing us as his parents again."


    Anastasia dared not hope for too much in this life, but the thought of a second chance in another was enough for now.


    Despite knowing that what they had lost would never return, in that moment, Anastasia believed in reincarnation, in miracles.


    ...


    Julie''s downfall was all over the inte.


    The merger of the Fu and Lin families had crashed and burned with Julie''s arrest. Her disgraceful behavior at the wedding had left everyone stunned.


    Some celebrated her downfall, while others sighed in pity.


    It was a reminder that even the wealthy had their troubles, and throwing your life away for love seemed downright foolish.


    A twisted few even sympathized with Julie, clinging to the narrative that med the victim instead of the perpetrator.


    It was the same old story-a couple of girls go out for ate-night snack, get harassed by some creep, and when they resist and he turns violent, it''s the girls who get med.


    "Why were they out sote?" "Why did they reject him?" As if just being a woman alone was asking for trouble.


    In the hospital room, Gianna watched the news unfold. While others focused on Julie''s disgrace, Gianna''s eyes were fixed on the image of Herman, protective and reassuring, holding Anastasia''s hand. Were they back together?


    Sitting in her hospital bed, a wave of insecurity washed over Gianna. After all her scheming, she''d ended up with nothing, her beauty ruined.


    Was chasing after Herman the start of all her problems?


    "Gianna, it''s time for your medication. Please take your pills," Cynthia said as she stepped into the room, catching a glimpse of the TV and instantly reading her daughter''s thoughts.


    Clenching her teeth in resentment, Cynthia spat out, "Anastasia gets everything. It''s so unfair. My daughter''s face is scarred, and she''s back with Herman, as if she''s the only woman in the world for him."