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I checked into a nearby hotel and started making preparations for my departure. The arrangements for my teaching work in the Appalachian Highlands were finalized. I just needed to wrap up the loose ends here before I could leave.
Standing outside Blackwell Manor, I hesitated for a long time before deciding to say goodbye to Mr. Blackwell.
The once–grand house felt lifeless, and the old man sat alone in a recliner, a shadow of his usual dignified self.
Softly, I called out, “Grandpa.”
Dominic had likely explained the situation in a way that suited him, saying the baby was lost by accident and that I was too heartbroken to
continue the marriage.
Mr. Blackwell didn’t press for details about the child or the divorce.
Just like at the wedding years ago, he simply said, “Whatever plans you have for your future, I will support you.”
There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he added, “You know, this marriage was Dominic’s idea.
“I never thought things would turn out this way.”
I froze.
Dominic had told me his proposal was at Mr. Blackwell’s request.
“Grandpa wanted us to marry. Will you say yes?”
At the time, I hadn’t cared about the reason behind it. He was the first person who had ever treated me with such sincerity.
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Mr. Blackwell reminiscea, vominics parents passed away wnen ne was young. He’s always been like this-
“Only realizing how much he loves something after he’s already lost it.”
I offered him a faint smile.
Whether there had been misunderstandings or not, it didn’t matter. I no longer loved Dominic.
Seeing my resolve, Mr. Blackwell didn’t push further. Instead, he asked Mrs. Linda Carter to prepare a hearty stew for dinner.
After the meal, as I stepped out of Blackwell Manor, I noticed a message from Dominic on my phone.
“I’m away on a business trip for a few days. If you left anything behind, feel free to come get it.”
He must have sent it while I was having dinner, likely frustrated by my lack of response.
More texts followed, each sent minutes apart:
“The code’s the same.
“Your stuff’s taking up space here.
“I was just irritated earlier–I didn’t mean it.”
The last message read: “I put your necklace in the red box on the nightstand.”
