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Chapter 27

“I want to beat one of my classmates,” Emily said, her voice firm despite her youth. “I’m going to prove I’m better than her in every way.”

Rebecca was slightly surprised. She hadn’t expected this kid to bo

so competitive.

“Ms. Jensen.” Emily reached out to take her hand, her eyes bright and eager. “Will you be really strict with me? I want to learn as fast as I can.”

“Okay,” Rebecca agreed.

Emily beamed and threw herself into the lesson with intense focus.

Rebecca was a true master of classical dance. In her prime, she had won numerous national awards. Even after marriage, she never let go of her passion.

As the lesson began, Lucas–watching from the study via monitor–remarked to the mild–mannered man beside him, “Don’t worry. I already talked with Emily. She won’t slip up. Besides, she’s genuinely interested in learning classical dance

now.”

Stephen kept his eyes on the screen, his expression unreadable behind his glasses.

“There’s something I’ve been wondering,” Lucas said, tilting his head.

Stephen glanced his way.

Lucas leaned in slightly. “Shouldn’t we be more focused on Andrea–the one Jeffrey’s keeping around? Why are you so interested in Rebecca? Isn’t she about to be divorced anyway?”

“She filed for divorce, but it hasn’t been finalized yet,” Stephen corrected calmly.

Lucas looked confused. “What’s the difference? A divorce is a divorce, isn’t it?”

happen,” Stephen replied, knowing his brother all

but he didn’t press further. It wasn’t

while. Once they were sure Emily hadn’t said anything

the dance room, Rebecca continued teaching, completely unaware she’d

to stay for

affectionate pat and praised her once more before heading out. On her way

[Come see me. I want to talk.]

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away. This time, the phone rang–instead of the dead silence she’d gotten

an eternity. Her mind

call connected. A low, rough voice

him. After all these years, he actually has the nerve to answer my

Amelia’s condition took a turn. Is it

“Since when

tone serious. “She’s

her as your wife, you wouldn’t have stolen all the money and disappeared,” Rebecca shot back, old wounds reopening as

hung heavily on

her jaw,

voice sounded weary, older. “If I hadn’t

“You expect me to believe that?” It was like being stabbed

voice growing more solemn. “Let me explain everything. If you still hate me after that,

call. She hailed a cab and headed straight

warned that this was just another one of Richard’s lies, like all the times before. But a small, stubborn part

another scheme, so what? But if there is a chance he is

the exact booth he’d told her

hesitation.

spotted the

rose slowly, a complicated look in his eyes.

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