Skip to content
Novel Catalog
Justin was stunned as he held the suit in his hands, his thoughts swirling.
He had never expected Wilma to bring up something like this.
The suit had been tailored for him by Anna, a birthday gift she had prepared long before their separation.
It was hard for him to reconcile the thoughtful gesture with the cold distance that now existed between them.
As he examined the suit, which was clearly made to fit him perfectly, he couldn’t help but wonder how much Anna had truly cared for him, even after everything that had happened.
Wilma’s words kept echoing in his mind, “She always put a lot of thought into everything, even if you didn’t notice at the time.
” Justin’s expression softened slightly as he stood there, holding the suit in front of the mirror.
He could feel the weight of those words sinking in.
Anna had always been attentive, always aware of the smallest details about him, yet he had been too consumed by his anger and his pride to appreciate it.
The realization hit him hard—he had been blind to all the things she had done for him during their marriage.
“Wilma,” Justin said, his voice quieter now, “I know you’re close to Anna, but she’s gone.
Why bring up old memories?”
Wilma didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, she placed the warm milk down on the table beside him, her eyes filled with understanding.
“Young Master,” she said softly, “I know you’re upset, but it’s clear how much the young madam cared for you.
She’s always put a lot of thought into everything, even if you didn’t notice at the time.
”
As she spoke, Justin found himself staring at the suit in his hands, the fabric smooth beneath his fingertips.
He had never given much thought to the small things Anna had done for him.
In fact, he had spent so much time focusing on his frustrations, on his pride, that he never stopped to appreciate her efforts.
Now, standing in front of the mirror, he could see the truth.
She had always cared, and he had been too blind to realize it until it was too late.
His mind raced, What if I could fix things? he thought.
What if I could undo everything? But deep down, Justin wasn’t sure if it was possible anymore.
He didn’t know if Anna would ever want to return, or if she even cared enough to try again.
She had left him, after all.
He sighed, his gaze lingering on the suit, the tangible evidence of Anna’s care.
It was a stark reminder of everything he had lost.
He had been so consumed by his anger and his feelings of betrayal that he hadn’t realized how much she had been trying to make things work.
She had fought for him in her own way, and now, as he stood in front of the mirror, he saw that perhaps it was too late to change things.
“Maybe she was right,” Justin muttered under his breath.
Maybe I was too stubborn to see it, too blinded by my own pride.
He placed the suit back on the couch and looked at Wilma, his mind still racing.
The once harsh, bitter thoughts about Anna seemed distant now, replaced by a growing sense of regret.
Could he ever make things right? Would Anna even want to try?
The questions lingered, unanswered, as he stared at the suit—a symbol of his past mistakes and his present regret.
