The Grace of Leaving
After I got a second chance at life, I stopped bringing lunch to my wife, who had become the factory manager.
She would leave for meetings through the south gate, so I would sneak around through the north.
In my previous life, I knew she only married me with an ulterior motive, but I still fell for her. I thought I could warm her heart over time.
However, Shirley Scott was always just polite to me, nothing more.
When I tried to get close, she would hand me a book and say, "Read more so people won't look down on you."
Once, with a bit of liquid courage, I hugged her. Yet, she just stood there, stiff as a board, and said, "It's what married folks do."
Years later, as I was dying, I
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