Jaelyn remembered Maggie as a simple country girl half a year ago.

She used to despise her.

Yet, now, Maggie's eyes held a new light-conviction and a defiant fight for love.

Could this be what swayed Sanford to forgive her and welcome her back?

A sharp pang pierced Jaelyn's heart. She swallowed and asked, “So, you and Sanford are truly reconciled?"

Maggie met her gaze and offered, “In a way."

Jaelyn pressed, “Wasn't Sanford still mad at your last departure?"

Maggie fell silent for a moment before speaking. “He forgave me.”

Jaelyn bristled. “Why? I left abruptly too. Why did he show you special treatment?!"

Jaelyn's frustration simmered. Maggie returned home and was welcomed back, while she, in contrast, was viewed as an enemy.

Maggie felt incredulous. Didn't Jaelyn understand her actions? How could Sanford, with his arrogance, tolerate repeated deception?

Instead of a direct accusation, Maggie posed a question. "Jaelyn, do you truly love Sanford?"

Jaelyn forced down her emotions. "Of course I do. He's the best man I've ever met. How could I not?"

Maggie's gaze held Jaelyn's. “If he had nothing, would you still love him?"

Jaelyn faltered, a frown furrowing her brow.

If Sanford were ordinary, without his wealth or status, then would she...

"Your hesitation speaks volumes," Maggie said, her eyes clear. "Maybe you love Sanford, but it's not pure love. You love yourself more."

Hearing Maggie's remark, Jaelyn scowled.

"Maggie, I don't agree with what you're saying. Sanford is an excellent man, and that's why I love him. And I believe an excellent man like him won't lose everything. But if he had nothing, I wouldn't consider him excellent. So, I wouldn't love him."

She argued her point, trying to make her words persuasive.