His Second Chance, Her Regret
one I shared with my parents. It f
epped through the door. "Ethan! You' re back! Where'
she and my father had been the ones to push the marriage for
ere," I said,
ewspaper, his brow furrowed. "What do you mea
o somewhere,"
"Where could be more important than t
he phone, his fa
nt of him. "It was an emergency. A
scoffed. "You mean th
n' t
gument I' d heard a thousand times. My mother complaining about the Jenkins'
imeline, after Sarah' s death, they were devastated too. Not just by the loss of the business connection, but by the genuine grief of losin
ry was t
off," I said,
arguing and
my father asked, his
I said, looking at them both.
you lost your mind? The contract
g in my mind as I spoke the words. "I' m going to go back
ago, an offer I had turned down for the sake o
aint. "Abroad? Ethan, no. You can' t. W
rashed down on me. I sank into a chair, burying m
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