A sudden ache pierced Alicia's heart. Alicia felt as if it had been squeezed mercilessly, causing unbearable discomfort. She wanted to plead: Let's not split up, let's stay together.
But then she recalled Henry's words: The reason she became Louis's wife in the first place was because Madelyn was overseas, and she just happened to resemble her.
"It could have been me or anyone else who looked like Madelyn. Louis could've developed feelings for any woman that shared Louis's life day and night for three years," Alicia thought to herself.
In that moment, she felt smaller and couldn't get the idea out of her mind: "It's like raising a kitten or a puppy, only to suddenly lose it. He'll mourn for a while, but eventually, he'll move on. When it does cross his mind, maybe someday in the future, it will be with a nostalgic sigh, and that's all."
Alicia fought back tears, tenderly touched his chin, and said with a grin, "It's late, you should head home."
