로그인The day I have only 220 dollars left in my savings, I buy a 200-dollar ticket to a piano recital. When my friend finds out, she asks if I have gone crazy. I reply without a hint of emotion, "I just want to see what kind of woman is worth taking all our savings and spending it on a concert grand piano for. "That money was supposed to save our daughter. Summer was counting on it for her surgery." The recital lasts two full hours, and everyone praises the beautiful music. But all I can think about is the woman onstage and my husband, Zander Stafford, sitting right in front of her. He's dressed in a sharp suit and looks so refined that I barely recognize him. At the end of every song, Zander is always the first to applaud. There is a fervor in his eyes I have never seen before. It isn't until the recital ends that I finally receive a message from him after two months of silence, along with a bank transfer. "I'm sorry, Sabina. Things are tight at the construction site right now, so I'm using some of the money from that account," he writes. "My boss says he'll pay me back as soon as the money comes in. "Didn't you say Summer is sick and in the hospital? Take these 5,000 dollars for now." I look up at the two people embracing in the center of the stage. I return the money and reply, "It's not necessary." I no longer need it. I will never need his money again. Summer is already dead, and nothing matters anymore.
더 보기I thought my dismissal would do the trick, as Zander was too proud to allow me to send him away like that.But he stayed right where he was. He even picked up his coffee and took a long sip."Sabina, there's a children's cemetery in Jinton. Didn't you want to bury Summer there? I can take care of it," he said.I frowned, unsure of what he was trying to do.That cemetery had indeed been my first choice. Each grave was decorated around the child's personality and interests.Most importantly, the lights were never turned off at night. A bright lamp was kept on in front of every grave.Summer had always been afraid of the dark. That was why I had buried her on the mountaintop."What do you want in return?" I asked.He wouldn't have suggested this without wanting something in return.Pain flashed across Zander's eyes. My distant tone had clearly hurt him."I don't want anything in return. I just want you to come back to Jinton with me. Sabina, I want to marry you. I want you to be
When Zander knocked on the door of the old house, I had just finished clearing the weeds from the backyard.When Mom was still alive, she used to grow vegetables there. Now that I was back, I wanted to keep up the tradition."Mr. Stafford," I said.I wasn't surprised to see him. He was bound to find out about Summer's death sooner or later.The furniture in the house was old and worn. He sat awkwardly in a creaking wooden chair, unsure of what to say."Are you doing okay?" he asked tentatively.I showed no emotion as I replied, "I'm doing much better without you. You must be doing fine too. You can finally marry Ms. Towne."Zander's expression stiffened. "I'm not in a relationship with her."That wasn't what I expected. Still, I shot back, "So?"Zander had no answer, and the silence became awkward.The old tree outside the house was full of cicadas, and their relentless buzzing stirred a restless unease.I noticed the sweat soaking through Zander's collar and politely asked
"A waste of your time?" Zander grabbed one of the bodyguards by the collar. "A human life wasn't worth your time? Am I paying you to stand around and do nothing?"After hearing what they had to say, Zander's anger reached its breaking point."You ignore your own family's affairs, but you have the nerve to interfere in mine? Roxanne, have I been too nice to you?" Zander snapped.He knew his employees would never have gone this far without Roxanne's orders. The wealthy were used to reading between the lines, while the people beneath them simply followed their lead.But Roxanne had overstepped her boundaries."You said life doesn't always work out the way we want," Zander said. "You were right. Whatever we had ended five years ago."Roxanne Towne, starting today, I'm done supporting you. I'll take back everything I've given you too."Roxanne's face went from flushed to pale, and she nearly collapsed.Without Zander's support, no one in the orchestra would treat her with the same r
"Mr. Stafford, should we move Ms. Stafford's grave to the Stafford family cemetery?" Jason asked. "She was a Stafford, after all. If your grandparents found out, I'm sure they would want her brought back to the family cemetery."Jason had been Zander's assistant for five years and knew everything he had done during those five years.He couldn't understand why anyone could act that way. It seemed some rich people truly enjoyed playing with the lives of people beneath them, as if they were nothing but a source of entertainment.He had assumed Zander treated me the same way. But seeing how devastated Zander looked now, Jason began to wonder if he had been wrong.At those words, Zander looked up, a faint glimmer appearing in his eyes. He quickly pulled himself together. Just as he was about to leave to find me, Roxanne arrived. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished tile.She stopped in front of Zander, her gaze soft and vulnerable. "Where are you going?"She tried to mai






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