The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"What's wrong? Don't you like this design? I can have the designer start over if you don't." Rita shook her head quickly.

"It's not that I don't like it; it's just that this place is too good.

I love every detail of the design, I really do, but..." "But what?" Sherman asked anxiously.

He had put his heart and soul into this, just to make sure Rita would be pleasantly surprised when she moved in.

All this was so she could feel comfortable living there.

"T love it, but this isn't mine." Sherman could see the disappointment in Rita's gaze.

She was clearly pretending to be strong by saying those words, and that baffled Sherman.

"We're husband and wife.

This is our shared home, so why do you say this isn't yours?" "It's yours, Sherman, not mine.

I] know you married me out of obligation, and once the dust settles, I'm willing to divorce you.

act a certain way when

eventually welcome its true owner." Sherman's expression changed, while Rita's smile

was holding back her pain to say

she not wish to be the owner of the place? "Are

Sherman she

one who smiled and held her hand was

was someone else's

able to cope when they would part ways if she got used

‘He's so good.

use my overbearing father as an

liked him, she had to think about

happy could she truly

think about my future wife,"

arms and looked at Rita, his gaze hardened with

not even daring

staring at her, but what could she give him? Someone like her and her family would only be a