“She won’t divorce him.”
“Why would she?”
Ella stamped her foot. “Because I want to marry him.”
“So have at least ten other girls.”
“But I’m different.”
Father looked up and snorted. “You had better not be sleeping with him.”
It was Ella’s turn to snort. “What kind of a fool do you think I am?”
Mother’s raised eyebrow was enough to silence the brothers.
It almost goes without saying that he pretty soon found someone who wasn’t so careful of her virtue. If Ella shed a tear nobody saw, but she did send flowers and chocolates to his wife.
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