No Pity, No Regret

from her face. "Mark, what do you mean? She h

the dishes jump. "Sarah is a college graduate! If a h

o you are! You're a capitalist's daughter.

ng in his neck as he defended Sarah, and

r like his own daughter, as a cleaner at the army base. Mark had sternly refused, saying it wouldn't be fair

voice flat. "F

ter? In a week,

ad across his face. "That's better. Women should be gentle and obe

reach her eyes. She missed the c

the "handover," Olivia began to pack. Her belongings

she kept her savings and travel docu

fr

mpty. Everyth

m somewhere else? She frantically sear

a bicycle bell came from the y

d tightly around his waist, her laughter echoing in the quiet afternoon. Mark stopped the bike an

her hand tracing the shiny paint

k said, as if it were the mo

s I saved," Olivia's voice was da

"You're a housewife. What do you need so many docume

r own patched, rough-spu

just wanted a new dress for our wedding. And a bicycle. Not even for me. It was to make it easier to

just a wedding! You want new clothes and a bicycle? Such a capitalist mindset! It's

on't blame Olivia. She's used to being a rich girl, so she's na

s is she still having? Sarah, you're in army logistics, and now you're managing th

ark, you've used the coupons, I won't argue. But can

as penniless. She couldn

d. "I give you grocery money every day. What else do you need money for?

ing Olivia standing alone in th

he finances. Every penny of profit went to them. The few hundred dollars she'd painstakingly saved over four years were all go

in the world a

suddenly erupted f

ed in her chest. She

er half-packed suitcase,