[It feels so nice to have someone peel shrimp for me,] she wrote.
The finger that peeled the shrimp in the photo was still wearing our wedding ring.
Asher liked the post and left a comment: [If you like it, I will peel them for you forever.]
I stared at the screen, the bitterness in my chest threatening to spill over.
I loved shrimp, too. But every time I asked Asher to peel them for me, he’d brush me off, saying he was not good at it and would ask the housekeeper to do it instead.
Now, he peeled shrimp for Nora with his own hands—so many of them and so effortlessly.
If it had been the old me, I would have called him immediately, demanding an explanation. But now, even as the ache in my heart grew unbearable, I will not ask.
***
I thought back to the past, to when my parents were imprisoned. The whole internet had turned against me, dragging my name through the mud.
Back then, it was Asher who stood up for me.
At that time, he insisted that the Rose family help the Wilson Family, which has a very good relationship with him, to accept me as an adopted daughter.