Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 407

Tricia stood there, laughing her head off, and told her.

"Neil is giving me twenty percent of the shares, and you must manage the Pennyfeather group. I just sit back and collect money. You didn't see that coming, did you? You've been played. Pretty pathetic. Decades of companionship can't beat blood ties."

"Maja, no one talks about you, including Ian."

Maja didn't give her the time of day and just drove off.

She looked at Tricia in the rearview mirror, knowing that, in this moment, Tricia had totally won.

Tricia was right. She'd been used.

But the debt of raising her and Lillian's kindness left her speechless.

On the drive back to RosenGarden, she got a phone call.

"Ms. Pennyfeather, hello, there's a gift from a few years back that was specifically meant to be delivered today. Can I get your address? I'll send someone over right away."

A gift from a few years ago?

She gave her address and then went back to RosenGarden with Coco.

Half an hour later, a gift box arrived.

She signed for it and closed the door.

The box was wooden and a bit old.

Some people made a living off this. Some rich folks even sent stuff to their future selves, like a time capsule.

But Maja was sure she never sent anything to herself.

She glanced at the combination lock, guessed and entered her birthday, and it opened.

Inside the box was a notebook, a letter, and a ring:

Maja, if this has reached you, today should be your birthday. Happy birthday. I once said I'd be with you for every birthday, but I couldn't make it. Are you crying by the lake again? You must have looked for me at Solstice College, and cursed me for being a liar. I promised you once you got into Solstice College, I'd be your boyfriend. But now I might be dust in someplace. Don't be sad for me. I've just become every drop of rain that accompanies you. Accept this ring, don't worry. It's not an engagement ring, just a birthday gift. You're probably married by now. I hope you have a wonderful marriage and a husband who adores you. Maja, across six years of time, I don't know if you remember me. I'm glad I didn't tell you my real name, so that you won't be sad. To you, it's just a stranger who's disappeared.