Lucy doubted a few years equalled two or three years. For so many years, she had been made a fool of herself. Her eyes then opened, "You could have told me."
"You were the one who picked the person out of the two people which your parents showed. It was your choice, milady," Theodore's words were calm.
Lucy shook her head.
"No," whispered Lucy with pain in her eyes, "My choice was none of them. The person I wanted to marry didn't have the courage to return my feelings and to tell me that he loved me. My choice appears to be of failure." Lucy was speaking about Theodore and not about Samuel anymore. All these years since she was married to Samuel, she had harboured nothing but hate towards Theodore. Because it was easier to let go of things when you despised it with every living part of yourself.
