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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?”

Jeffrey doesn’t want the divorce, it won’t happen,” Stephen replied, knowing his

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

feed from the study for a while. Once they were sure Emily hadn’t said anything she

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

to stay for

the girl’s head an affectionate pat and praised her once more before heading out. On her way back,

see me. I want to talk.] Attached was

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right away. This time, the phone rang–instead of the

only rang about four times, to Rebecca it felt like an eternity. Her mind

A low, rough voice

hand shook slightly. ‘It’s really him. After all these years, he actually has

turn. Is it true?” Richard

back, “Since when do

care,” Richard insisted, his tone serious. “She’s not just your mother–she’s

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

on the other

clenched her jaw, anger still

I told you… I had my reasons back then?” Richard’s voice sounded weary,

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

everything.

ending the call. She hailed a cab and headed straight

the times before. But a small, stubborn

to lose. He can’t hurt me anymore,‘ she thought. ‘Even if this is another scheme, so what? But if

hour later, she found the bar and the exact booth

hesitation.

booth was dim, but she immediately spotted the middle–aged

a complicated look in his eyes. “Rebecca,”

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