When Everett looked at Dorothy again, his eyes were filled with seriousness and remorse.

"I keep thinking about those four years... how desperate you must have felt, how you managed to get through each day and night all on your own."

Carrying the weight of raising two kids, along with the hatred from her mother.

Dorothy was never one to take things lightly. Fragile and sensitive, that was more her speed.

Everett couldn't bear to dig deeper or investigate further! He was afraid he wouldn't be able to face her.

"No matter how tough it was, it's all in the past now. I believe there's no one in the world happier than me!" Having been married to him for decades, Dorothy knew all too well the guilt that lived in his heart.

But her words were not just to comfort Everett; they were the truth, plain and simple.

Even though the journey had its bumps, a happy ending was all that mattered.

"What about you? Do you... regret it?"

Everett hesitated before asking.

"I do regret something."

"I really regret not reading your love letter back in middle school, to feel what it was like to have the most sought-after guy in school, secretly pining for me."

Dorothy playfully teased, a rare mischievous glint in her eyes, "What if I had given up trying and just said yes to you back then? What would have happened?" Everett thought for a moment, "Abigail and Langston, they'd probably be ten years older than they are now."

Calvin was growing restless.

more he thought about it,

Miles knew the truth, what if he decided to get a vasectomy

scenario, Calvin knew

No, this wouldn't do.

and car keys, Calvin drove straight

it was Miles who answered the

Perfect timing.

face grew

over him,

ignoring

to agree, and

"Sure." o

elet

gestured away from the door, "Let's not talk in front of

"She's not your concern."

to is still

"Hmph."

just let out

Felicity quickly held him back, "Langston, please don't be too hard on

to not drag Calvin into

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