Barclay and his friends had mentioned before that Stuart and Adelaide were an item.
Morwenna was just a simple girl from the countryside, naive about the world’s ways.
If Stuart liked Adelaide, Morwenna thought she could talk to Norbert about getting a divorce to let them be together.
But just last night, Stuart had said he wanted to give their marriage a shot.
Why did he have to keep things special with Adelaide and yet be so kind to Morwenna?
At that moment, Morwenna felt a tightness in her chest.
She tidied up the dinner table. Without even washing the dishes placed in the kitchen, she walked dazedly toward her room.
Fletcher couldn’t help but call out to Morwenna, “Hey, Mrs. Hetfield, where are you off to?”
That snapped Morwenna back to reality. Fletcher was still there. It would be pretty rude to just leave a guest hanging there.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a look of apology. “I had a rough night and didn’t sleep well. I’m a bit out of it and need to catch some sleep.”
Fletcher thought to himself, “Is it just lack of sleep or did you not sleep at all with all this on your mind?”
He wanted to offer some words of comfort but wasn’t sure what to say.
He stood up and said, “Alright. Get some rest. I’ll head out then.”
“Yeah, goodbye Dr. Vaughn.”
With that, Fletcher left, thinking it was best for Stuart to deal with this mess.
Indeed, life was simpler away from romantic entanglements.
The house quieted down.
Morwenna walked to her room, pushed open the door, and paused as she remembered she had moved to the second floor into Stuart’s room.
Somewhat confused, she went upstairs.
She lay back on the couch.
Her mind played scenes like a movie.
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