Too Late to Regret
Language: en
When Matthew Noth returned to Northwood after a five-year assignment, he brought a mother and daughter with him. He said Evelyn Wilson and her daughter were in a difficult situation and needed his care. The little girl nestled in his arms, sweetly calling him ‘Daddy.’ Our own daughter, Charlotte, cowered behind me, timidly greeting him. “Hello, sir.” I stood there, stunned, for a long time when I saw that scene. This time, I wasn’t jealous, nor did I argue or make a scene. But when he reached for my hand, an intense wave of nausea washed over me. I instinctively recoiled. He froze, his…