Chapter 18
I stayed in the fishing village.
Whenever he had time, Edward brought Theo to visit.
I no longer chased them away, but no welcome either.
I wasn’t sure if they loved me, or just the version of me now shrouded in light.
My heart had died in my past life. It couldn’t be warmed again.
Edward learned to cook, recreating dishes I once made.
Theo no longer found me annoying.
He asked questions like he used to ask Amelia.
He said he saw me on TV, and his classmates all said his mom was beautiful.
His innocent pride always left me conflicted.
I couldn’t help but recall his sharp tongue in the last life.
He said Amelia was gone now
–
and I’d be the only mistress of the Kensingtons.
I asked him, “Do you really think I can take that role?”
He smiled.
“Whatever you are
that’s what the Kensington mistress is.”
His affection really was intoxicating.
That tiny bit of sweetness was what sustained me through so many years in the past life.
As for Amelia who had been used to luxury life, couldn’t stand to return to that small village.
She had clung to a wealthy man in his fifties, only to be stripped by the wife in the middle of the street.
She was passed around afterward.
And me? I lived my life as usual.
Maintaining a distant but cordial relationship with them.
I never returned to the Kensington family.
But I did sell the patent to them for a share of the profits.
Money is
money, after all.
Edward never remarried,
His home and office walls were lined with my photos.
Everyone in Cloud City knew
Theo called often.
–
I was his one and only wife.
If I missed a call, he never dared to complain.
Years passed.
Before his coming–of–age ceremony, they came to fetch me.
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Theo looked unsure, his voice careful.
“Mom… we’ve never forced you. But this is my eighteenth birthday.”
I was suddenly reminded of our past life.
The memory blurred with the present.
And finally, I went back with them to Cloud City.
Because of my arrival, the celebration was grander than ever.
People rushed to toast me the elusive Kensington mistress.
Past and present intertwined.
I smiled faintly.
I always said
a woman should live for herself.
