I would not look back. People have to pay the price for the choices they make and the words they say. Losing the opportunity to climb the ladder was the price Jonas had to pay for choosing to align himself with Linda and turn against me.
I treated the two masters to a meal. Steven was there too; as the sponsor, it was his duty to host them. But somewhere along the line, he had fallen completely silent. He drank glass after glass, his mood having soured completely. Whenever our eyes met, the turbulent emotions swirling in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Thankfully, the crowd of people around us diluted the intensity of his stare; otherwise, I felt like he might have ripped me apart.
I was going to study under Mr. Taylor. I intended to keep the promise I made. Besides, I had no need for love and romance in this life. Love was the least of my concerns. All I wanted was to shine in my chosen field, get rich with my two best friends and my Uncle Julian, and live life on our own terms.
During dinner, Mr. Taylor and Mr. Lee couldn’t stop praising me.
“Your skills are already so strong, and your work is full of ideas and stories. It seems even richer than before. You’ve completely transformed. There’s less of that youthful recklessness and more of a sense of release and acceptance. You’ve grown a lot.”
I smiled without saying a word. I’d died once already; how could I not grow?
Mr. Taylor then asked with a mix of sympathy and curiosity, “But, are you really a widow?”
At his words, Zachary’s face turned even paler than Steven’s. He coughed repeatedly, darting glances between me and Steven, too scared to say a thing. Steven tilted his head back and drained his glass, his expression unreadable.
“That was just a joke,” I explained. “I’m not a widow. I’m just getting a divorce.”
Mr. Taylor was shocked. “You’re getting a divorce? But didn’t you retire because you were…”
I quickly poured him some tea. “Teacher, let’s not talk about the past. Let’s look to the future. I’m very much looking forward to learning from you.”
I knew what he was about to say. The last time I had refused him, it was because I was marrying Steven. I loved him, so, so much. But my mother-in-law had made it clear that the Lancaster family did not permit its women to have careers. Tending to a husband and raising children was enough. So, for my love for Steven, I had given up everything—my passion, my promising future—to be his dedicated stay-at-home wife.
Unfortunately, my good deeds were not rewarded with good karma.
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