How are things between you and him?”
Both of them knew precisely to whom the pronoun “him” referred.
Rena found herself momentarily taken aback, her surprise evident. After a brief pause, she mustered a faint smile and replied, “Oh, don’t concern yourself with that. Roscoe, Focus on enjoying your honeymoon.”
Roscoe’s emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting sentiments.
He yearmed to convey more but, before he could utter another word, Vera unexpectedly appeared on the other side of the corridor, her expression dazed.
She questioned Roscoe, her voice trembling, “What were you just discussing,
Roscoe was taken aback, his mind racing as he reassured her, “Just a casual conversation with Rena.”
Vere gently pushed him away, a gesture reflecting her inner turmoil.
She had overheard Roscoe’s inquiry about Waylen…
Was Rena with Waylen?
Vera was not oblivious. Her previous marriage to Joseph had abruptly ended and she had swiftly found herself engaged to Roscoe…
There had to be someone far more influential than the Curtis family pulling the strings behind the scenes. Vera never imagined that the person in question would be Waylen.
Her eyes brimmed with redness, her lips quivering as she gazed at Rena.
Rena let out a soft sigh, her voice filled with understanding as she addressed Roscoe, “Could you please give us a moment alone? I need to have a few words with her privately.”
Roscoe believed that women had a unique way of communicating, so he acquiesced. Before departing, he gently placed his hand on Vera’s shoulder and offered comforting words, “No matter what happens, try to remain composed.”
In the past, Vera had been quick-tempered.
But now, she lacked the confidence to lose her composure or put on a facade, for the child growing within her was likely the product of Rena’s sacrifice. Vera struggled to grasp the depths of her own emotions.
In that very moment, all Vera desired was to let her tears flow freely.
Approaching Vera, Rena reached out and adjusted the wedding gown, ensuring it retained its pristine elegance. “You look stunning, my dear. A bride should radiate her beauty. There’s no need for tears. Vera, I’m okay… I won’t enter into any future marriages where I won’t do right by anyone.”
Tears continued to cascade down Vera’s cheeks.
The revelation that Rena had never desired marriage struck her with profound disbelief. How could it be that they had shared everything with each other, yet this crucial aspect had never been disclosed?
Vera’s voice trembled as she choked out her disbelief, “I can’t believe it.”
Responding to Vera’s distress, Rena tenderly embraced her, whispering softly, “I once loved two individuals but each time it led to a wretched outcome. So, being alone is preferable.”
Unbeknownst to Vera, Rena had contemplated the possibility of venturing abroad once her career found stability in year’s time.