“Samantha is so lucky to be loved by Michael this much. Even if Michael doesn’t love that woman, he’s willing to stay by someone else’s bedside just for you, just for the money.”
Samantha’s eyes were red with tears, and she nodded her consent.
Then, a passionate kiss that moved the entire audience ended with the children cheering along.
I seemed to finally understand why, even when Michael and I were deeply in love, he always restrained himself. Even when I asked if we wanted a child, his expression was indifferent. “Claire.”
“We’re still young, and there’s plenty of time to think about children. But your family is large and wealthy, and I don’t want to be a live-in son-in-law forever. I also want others to talk about me and make you proud.”
Michael on Thanksgiving.
I was wearing an unfamiliar perfume. It wasn’t that I was insensitive, but Michael explained, “It’s just the client’s wife. If you don’t like it, I won’t take this order.”
Michael was too good at disguise, too protective of Samantha.
Even though I knew Samantha existed, he only told me, “If it weren’t for Samantha, I wouldn’t know how to love.”