In an instant, countless self-comforting thoughts flashed through my mind.
Perhaps I should learn from Jasmine—close my eyes and ignore the women around Nicholas. Just becoming his wife in name didn't seem that hard.
I had lost my mother because of my stubbornness, my defiance, and my immaturity. I didn't dare to be reckless anymore. I couldn't afford to lose Yasmine and Pete—I couldn't let anything happen to them again.
Thinking of the new home I had painstakingly decorated over the past few days, I couldn't help but whimper. I looked up at the sky again, only to realize it was drizzling now despite the good weather moments ago.
Leila spotted me as she came downstairs. Just as she was about to speak, she met my tearful gaze and became startled.
Stumbling toward me, she began, "Yas… Is there something wrong with her?"
Her grip around my arm was so tight that it must've bruised my skin, but I didn't feel much pain. The suffocating pain in my chest was what truly devastated me.
I forced a smile and said, "Mrs. Warren, it's nothing. Yasmine will be out soon. My husband is here."
As if I was trying to convince myself, I added, "I just missed him too much. He's finally here."
"Great! Your husband is a capable man. Why don't you wait for me for a while? I'll go upstairs and get my husband to buy something from nearby for you. Consider it a small token of my appreciation."
I stopped Leila hastily and said, "Save the hassle. We don't need anything. You should go to the mall and get some new clothes for Yasmine.
"Prepare a bath for her once she's back. After she's changed into her new clothes, she can go back to Radiant City."
Looking grateful, Leila concurred, "Alright. You're Yas's best friend, so I'll do as you say."
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