I stayed in the little fishing vige.


    Whenever William had free time, he’d bring Henry to see me.


    I stopped kicking them out, but I didn’t offer them any hospitality either.


    I wondered if they loved me or just my glow up.


    My heart had died in my past life. It wouldn’t warm up again.


    William learned to cook, trying to recreate the dishes I used to make for us.


    Henry stopped finding me annoying and started asking me tons of questions.


    Just like how he used to pester Emma.


    He said he saw me on TV, and all his ssmates said his mom was beautiful.


    His unguarded, seemingly innocent vanity always left me with mixed feelings.


    Couldn’t help remembering how cruel he’d been in my past life.


    Henry said Emma was gone, and I was the only one waiting to be the Winchester family matriarch.


    suddenly remembered my past life and couldn’t help asking, “Do you really think I could be a good Winchester matriarch?”


    He smiled.


    Whatever you’re like, that’s what a Winchester matriarch should be like.”


    When he was being sweet, he could really sweep you off your feet.


    n my past life, I survived on those tiny moments of sweetness for years and years.


    Imma couldn’t go back to mountain vige life after getting used to luxury.


    Word was she hooked up with some rich guy in his fifties.


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    Then she moved on to someone else.


    And me? I kept living my life, maintaining this lukewarm rtionship with them.


    I never went back to the Winchester house.


    But I did sell my form to Winchester Industries-as a profit sharing deal.


    Money’s money, right? Who doesn’t want to make it?


    William never remarried.


    His house, his office-covered with my photos.


    Everyone knew I was his one and only wife.


    Henry called me all the time. When I was busy and missed his calls, he didn’t dare get mad.


    Years passed, and before hising-of-age ceremony, they came to get me together.


    Henry seemed uncertain, carefully begging me, “Mom, you haven’te back all these years, and we’ve respected that.”


    “But this is my eighteenth birthday.”


    I hazily remembered my past life.


    For reasons I couldn’t quite exin, I finally went back with them.


    Because of my presence, this party was even more extravagant thanst time.


    Everyone was falling over themselves to toast me, the rarely-seen Mrs. Winchester.


    Past life memories ovepped with this life, and I smiled faintly.


    ike I said-a woman’s gotta live for herself.