When the door slammed shut with a furious bang, the vibration seemed to tremble through the very floor beneath her feet.
Jessica closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath.
Men were truly something else. They could have their flings and affairs, yet they expected their wives to remain faithful and pure.
She lay down on the bed.
A message from George lit up her phone, but she didn't reply. A flicker of worry went through her; George had scraped his boss's Cullinan against Lance's car while passing him today. Mr. George would surely make him pay for it. A car that expensive… the repairs would probably cost George months of his salary.
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The family of three loaded their camping gear into a large SUV.
Amy was ecstatic, chirping like a little bird set free as she stared wide-eyed at the passing green landscape. Summer was just around the corner, and the vibrant sea of green was a feast for a child’s eyes.
Lance pulled over onto a grassy clearing that was already dotted with other campers. He found a perfect spot and began unloading the gear from the trunk while Jessica and Amy sat in camping chairs, both wearing sunglasses. He started setting up the tent.
Jessica watched him from the corner of her eye. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms. As he worked on the top of the tent, trying to lock two poles together, the muscles in his arms strained against the fabric of his white shirt.
The scene sent a jolt of nostalgia through her. It reminded her of the days when she used to trail after Lance and her brothers on their camping trips, a little princess doted on by all of them.
Those days were gone forever.
A bitter smile touched Jessica's lips. Was there anything eternal in this world? People, relationships—they all changed in the blink of an eye. One day they hold you in the palm of their hand, and the next, they're cherishing someone else. It was true not just for siblings or lovers, but even for fathers and daughters.
"Amy!"

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