Love Coming from the Least Expected

“Eve, stop it. We are husband and wife. I won’t bring up the matter of divorce from now on. And don’t you think about getting a divorce.” Lyle appeared saddened as he gazed mournfully at me. The sorrow and longing that spilled from his eyes made it seem like I was the one who was unsatisfied with our marriage, not him.

He had always said that I caused trouble, for which I had always found an excuse. I had transformed from being a meek and soft-spoken woman to a prickly one. The type whose thorns kept people at bay. And all of that because of whom?

I gazed at him in disdain, without even bothering to anticipate what he would come up with next. I was just content with watching his charade. Besides, the next time when Crystal came causing trouble with me, he would cast me aside without hesitation anyway.

long guest list impressed me as well. Sabrina had mentioned that only the people who were present the night before were aware of

breakfast with Sabrina in the dining hall, I felt the full extent of the Lanes’ grandeur as I admired the beautiful decor and silverware. I became distinctly aware that my self-esteem would be crushed just

of the poor are

clung to me like a lost sheep. “What’s the situation with him?” She asked with a wink and a jerk of her chin at

together and working

with me. He began to act like the model husband, fetching whatever I desired during breakfast, even serviettes for

a strange expression on her face. She dashed off to the kitchen and returned with a heavy porcelain bowl, which she

bowl curiously and found a dark mass of red, which I identified as deer liver. It was supposed to be very expensive. I took a tentative taste and found it to be surprisingly sweet and smooth. “Did you

that brought me to you? It was

deer liver over. Since this was his house, he must have had the kitchen prepare it ahead of time. I looked up in an attempt to

other important-looking young men shared their table, all of whom were immersed in discussions. The crowd gave their table a

my gaze, for he cast a casual eye in our direction and turned swiftly back. He tapped a finger on the table and placed it gently on his stomach. This tiny gesture may have been missed by any other observer, but I got the message loud and clear: I was to finish the entire bowl of