From my point of view, Harrison's terrific and has helped me in the most difficult time.
But that doesn't mean I don't mind his friends insulting me.
I reach out and push his hand away with a smile. "Everyone has a line, so do I."
Then, I walk out of the room without caring about his reaction.
The moment I close the door, I hear someone smash something inside.
It may be a fair society, but it's not a society where men and women are equal.
I'm used to being called a second- hand woman and the idea that the divorce is my fault.
But just because I'm used to it doesn't mean it's right.
I returned home and told my mom I felt exhausted. She thought it was because of the business trip and told me to have a good rest.
I thought I would lose sleep, but I fell asleep not long after I lay on the bed. I've been dreaming all night. I dreamed of the past and
Harrison.
Even in my dreams, he's so cold.
I told my mother about my resignation the next day. I didn't tell her about the harassment, because I don't want her to be sad.
Actually, I'm not completely innocent. If I'd kept my distance from Sean in the first place, things might have turned out differently.
"Our neighbor, Jillian Chaney, said she wanted to introduce a guy to you. What do you think?" asks my mom.
I'm stunned and look up at her.
She explains anxiously, "I'm not trying to get you married. I just don't want you to be alone."
"Mom, I'm sorry. I made you worry." I hug her and weep sadly.
She's supposed to be enjoying her retirement at her age, but I keep making her worry about me. She is still in bad health and takes medicine every day. Thinking of this, I feel worse.
'It's all my fault. If I had aborted when Wendy said I was pregnant with a girl, would this not have happened?'
'No! I wouldn't have aborted if | had another chance.'
'I want those who killed my son to live with guilt and pain!'
Mom caresses my hair and says softly, "I'm getting old, and I want nothing but your happiness. If you don't want a relationship, I'll go tell Jillian."
"I do. Tell Jillian I want blind date." I'm answering her and persuading myself.
I haven't heard from Harrison since that afternoon like he's never been in my life.
It may be a good thing for both of us. The more time we spend together, the more people will know about me. It may affect his career.
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