Sorry, My Darling
she said, smiling.
My chest ached even more. I loved my wife and my family. I felt that Charlotte and I should just be friends, and I was only helping her out.
"Well, goodbye," I said, quickly leaving her room.
This feeling was so strange. It seemed I had forgotten something important.
I shook my head, wiped the lipstick off my face, and hurried to the nearest bakery.
Whenever Molly was upset, a strawberry cake always seemed to make her troubles disappear. I hoped that it would bring her some happiness and take her mind off her pain.
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