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Billionaire sees familiar necklace on a poor girl selling goods on the roadside and the story behind it makes him regret…
It was a brisk autumn afternoon in New York City when Richard Hayes, a billionaire real estate mogul, found himself stuck in traffic near the outskirts of Queens. His chauffeur, frustrated with the congestion, suggested taking a shortcut through a neighborhood Richard rarely ventured into. As the car rolled slowly past worn-down shops and cluttered sidewalks, Richard’s eyes wandered absently until something caught his attention.
On a corner, a young girlβ€”no older than twelveβ€”was standing behind a small makeshift stand. She was selling packets of tissues, candy bars, and bottles of water. Her clothes were faded, and her shoes seemed a size too big, but her expression was determined. What froze Richard’s gaze wasn’t her persistence, but the necklace that hung loosely around her neck.
It was a delicate gold chain with a tiny locket shaped like a teardrop. Richard knew that piece better than he knew his own reflection. Years ago, he had given that exact necklace to someone he once loved deeplyβ€”Elena Moore, a woman who had walked out of his life under circumstances he had never fully confronted. The sight of it here, dangling from the neck of a poor girl selling roadside goods, struck him like a jolt.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Richard told his driver to pull over. He stepped out, his tailored suit and polished shoes creating a stark contrast to the dusty pavement. The girl looked up, startled, but then quickly composed herself.
β€œWould you like to buy something, sir?” she asked politely, her voice carrying both hope and fatigue.
Richard’s eyes never left the necklace. β€œThat pendant… where did you get it?” he asked, his tone sharper than he intended.
The girl instinctively clutched the locket. β€œIt was my mother’s,” she said firmly.
Richard felt his stomach tighten. He asked gently, β€œAnd your mother, what is her name?”
β€œElena,” the girl replied.
The world seemed to tilt for Richard. He hadn’t heard that name spoken aloud in over a decade. His mind flooded with memories: the late-night walks, the laughter, the arguments, and finally, the moment he chose his ambition over their relationship. He had assumed Elena moved on, perhaps even married someone else. Yet here stood a child who not only carried her name but also wore the very necklace Richard once clasped around Elena’s neck.
A rush of regret coursed through him. The billions he had amassed, the skyscrapers with his name etched in glass, suddenly felt weightless compared to this revelation.
The girl noticed his silence. β€œDo you want to buy something or not, sir?” she asked cautiously.
Richard fumbled for words. β€œYes… yes, I’ll take everything you have.” He handed her a hundred-dollar bill. But even as he walked back to the car, his thoughts were nowhere near the candy bars or water bottles. He needed to know moreβ€”about Elena, about this child, and about the story that had unfolded while he was too busy chasing wealth.
That night, sleep eluded him. The image of the girl and the necklace haunted him, pulling him back into a past he had buried beneath steel towers and boardroom deals… Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI