Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 319

Walking under the trees along Riverside Drive, Sarah approached the villa where she once lived with her parents. She hadn't been back since their deaths - there was no one waiting here anymore.

She disliked being alone in the empty villa; it only made her feel suffocated.

As she pushed open the door, it creaked loudly. Years of dust swirled up like fog, making her cough violently.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the thick dust floating through the living room. Beyond the layers of grime, she could smell mold and dampness.

The heavy beige curtains held echoes of her mother. She remembered countless times rushing into her mother's arms after school, and into her father's embrace when he returned from work.

Now it was all gone. She was alone.

If her father were still here, she could have cried to him when James asked for divorce. But she couldn't.

She made her way to the storage room where her old belongings were kept.

former bedroom, thick books still sat on the windowside shelf. She picked one up "The Little

to beg her mother to read it to her repeatedly. It

a moment, it

she picked up another book, a photograph fell

to retrieve it and

Next to her

photo was undated, and she had no memory of it being taken, but she knew it was from

had she changed? Was it after falling for James, or after

words during their therapy sessions. The memory disorder she'd discussed at length with Jane and Scott wasn't real - Mia had been telling

had she first met Mia?

her fingers tightening as her head began to throb violently, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her

her phone and called Mia. "Are

Sarah slid a photograph

the photo curiously, then stared at Sarah in disbelief. "Sarah, when did