"We still have the sauerkraut I made at home, Jaslyn's favorite," she recalled with a nostalgic smile.
With a heavy heart, I called her grandmother affectionately, assuring her that everything would be alright. Then, unexpectedly, she peacefully slipped away.
Alone, I organized her funeral arrangements. Kneeling beside her grave, I poured out my sorrow, recounting my longing for her over and over again.
Today's gossip columns are buzzing with sightings of Joel and Jasmine in Sandsira.
I gripped the useless check tightly in my hand. Joel, Jasmine, you won't get away with this.
I delved into Jasmine's background. It turned out she came from a humble upbringing like mine. How did she suddenly have enough money to travel abroad on her own expenses?
That day Joel tightly held my hand and asked what was going on.
I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what.
On weekends, my main agenda was visiting my grandmother's grave. This time, though, I encountered Jasmine there.
She was dressed in luxury, with an assistant holding an umbrella for her. Kneeling before my grandmother's grave, I fixed her with a cold, unwavering gaze. "Don't come here to dirty my grandmother's resting place."