'Maybe everything would have been different.'
'I could have come home from work every day, and Evelyn Grant would still have been waiting for me. We could have had dinner together, chatted a little, and then fallen asleep in each other's arms.'
'Those would have been such happy days.'
'And that life was supposed to be mine!'
If he had never had it to begin with, perhaps he could have been more at peace, but...
The problem was, he knew exactly what it was like to have Evelyn Grant at home.
The problem was, this house was filled with her presence and traces of her everywhere.
What could he do? How could he erase it all?
Julian Sterling pressed a hand to his forehead. He lay alone on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time before finally calling his mother.
"Mom, please help me... I don't think I can handle Evelyn Grant on my own. Can you give me some advice on how to win her back, how to get her to remarry me?"
