She lives a life that looks whole from the outside-warm lights in the nursery, soft laughter in the kitchen, and a man who holds her hand like he's never letting go. But in the quiet moments-when the house sleeps and the silence breathes-she feels it. A presence that doesn't speak, but lingers. A name never spoken, but never quite forgotten. There's something about the way he looks at her. The way he holds the child. The way he loves... with a tenderness that sometimes doesn't feel like it belongs to her. She tells herself it's just doubt. Just her heart playing tricks. But a woman always knows. Even when no one tells her. Even when she's not supposed to ask. In the corners of her perfect life, she starts to hear the faintest echoes- of another woman, of a love that came before, of a truth that may break her, or set her free.

A girl is being an arrogant or badgirl because she's rich, beautiful, smart and the campus crush. But one boy who came to their school and change her whole personality because of her story. wanna know why? read the story.