Victoria's mother, however, was nothing like Shayla. She lacked that same strength.Sometimes, Richard would catch himself wondering—if only Shayla had been a little gentler, a little softer—how different things might have been.Perhaps because he had finally found someone willing to listen, Richard began reminiscing about the past—his tender moments with Shayla, the little habits and preferences she'd once had. Even after all these years, he still remembered them vividly.It was clear he had loved her once. But how deep that love had truly run—no one could say.Suddenly, Sharon asked, "Then what about Victoria's mother?"Richard's voice faltered. He hesitated before answering, "To tell the truth… what I feel for Audrey was more gratitude than love. If she hadn't saved me back then, I would've died. She's my savior."Sharon, she rescued me. She stayed by my side when I had nothing—nursed me, cared for me, and never left. We were married for several years, and she bore me a child.
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