After the divorce, he begged

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“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?”

want the divorce, it won’t happen,” Stephen replied,

get it, but he didn’t press further. It wasn’t like it

surveillance feed from the study for a while. Once

room, Rebecca continued teaching, completely

invited Rebecca to stay for

an affectionate pat and praised her once more before heading out. On her way back, though, a

want to talk.] Attached was the address

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phone rang–instead of the dead silence she’d gotten

it felt like an eternity. Her mind raced

A low, rough voice

these years, he

turn. Is it true?” Richard asked, his

back, “Since when do you

course I care,” Richard insisted, his tone serious. “She’s not just your

your wife, you wouldn’t have stolen all the money and disappeared,” Rebecca shot back, old wounds reopening as she spoke. “You wouldn’t

hung heavily on the other

jaw, anger

my reasons back then?” Richard’s voice sounded weary, older. “If I hadn’t done what

expect me to believe that?” It was like being stabbed and then told it

me explain everything. If you still hate me after that, I’ll

a cab and headed

times before. But a small, stubborn part of her still wondered if there was more to

anymore,‘ she thought. ‘Even if this is another scheme, so what? But if there is a chance he is

later, she found the bar and the exact

hesitation.

dim, but she immediately spotted the middle–aged Richard sitting

rose slowly, a complicated look in his eyes.