“Mom, are you sure it’s really Pamela?” Jennifer had finally calmed down, determined to uncover the truth.
Elizabeth looked at her daughter and nodded slightly, her voice low. “It’s her. I wouldn’t mistake her.”
Brady’s brows furrowed as he glanced at his wife. “Could it just be a coincidence? Two people who happen to look alike?”
Elizabeth also wished it were a coincidence. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
Pamela had always been beautiful. One glance was enough for her to recognize her. That face—no matter how many years had passed—she could never mistake it.
Back then, wasn’t it precisely because of her beauty that she had married into the wealthy Schmidt family?
Elizabeth had been madly jealous, even sticking pins into voodoo dolls to curse her. But Pamela’s life had remained blissful.
