A millionaire sat waiting for his flight when he glanced to his side… and couldn’t believe his eyes.

He had designed it.

He had placed it around his daughter Isabel’s neck the day they buried her.

Isabel. His only daughter. The light he had extinguished with his pride. The memory that had turned him into a man of ice for two decades.

“This… can’t be,” he murmured, unaware his voice had escaped.

He sank to his knees, indifferent to the stares or the expensive suit he wore. He crawled toward the girl, as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile veil of reality. Desperate for an explanation, he reached for the pendant—hoping for a cheap replica, a cruel joke, or even an impossible coincidence.

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