Oscar Moreland said he didn't mind that she had slept with Lucas Wilson before, but...
Sophia Wilson closed her eyes again—she minded.
Ever since fifteen years ago, when she woke up aching all over on a strange hotel bed, she hadn't thought about staying with Oscar Moreland.
She knew everything Mrs. Wilson had said.
Oscar had treated her well, so well it was almost extreme. The more time passed, the more she felt that she wasn't worthy of his kindness.
She had once betrayed him, returned home pregnant with another man's child, and even wanted to divorce him and elope with that man. What kind of woman like her deserved a man who remained loyal to her no matter what?
The sun was setting.
Owen Moreland was driving back to the hospital when he hit a red light. During the wait, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Oscar Moreland's number.
When the call connected, he got straight to the point: "She doesn't look too well; she might be feeling unwell."
