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.

her former bedroom, thick books still sat on the windowside shelf. She picked one

used to beg her mother to read it to her repeatedly. It had been her

For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, like it was still the same as

up another book, a photograph

retrieve it

beaming. Next to her stood another girl, smiling just as innocently - she

and she had no memory of it being taken, but

it after

during their therapy sessions. The memory disorder she'd discussed at length

met Mia? How many

fingers tightening as her head began to throb violently, as if

Mia.

photograph across

up the photo curiously, then stared at Sarah in disbelief. "Sarah, when did we take this