At the mention of our miscarriage, a flicker of guilt passed through Christopher’s eyes.

“You’re overthinking things. Managing the company will only stress you out more. Didn’t you just recruit a new student for your studio?” he said.

“It’s no trouble. Besides, when my parents were still alive, they always preferred that I be involved in the company.”

At the mention of my parents, Christopher suddenly grew flustered, his demeanor becoming more agitated.

“Do whatever you want,” he said, tossing the words over his shoulder as he walked away.

After that, I smoothly re-entered the company. Perhaps out of guilt, Christopher didn’t put up much resistance and even made things surprisingly easy for me.

What Christopher didn’t realize was that from the moment I stepped back into the company, it marked the beginning of his downfall.

5.

After entering the company, I became quite busy.

I handed over the responsibilities of the studio to Asher.

Asher was thrilled. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against my neck, and whispered softly, “Grace, don’t worry. You can count on me. I’ll do a great job.”

“Good, I trust you’ll plan an unforgettable art exhibition.”

“Oh, by the way,” Asher added, “my birthday is next month. Will you come to my birthday party, Grace?”

I didn’t respond right away.

Asher seemed a little disappointed. “Are you worried there’ll be too many people? I guess that’s understandable, since my sister and her fiancé will be there.”

“It’s not that,” I said. “I was just thinking about what I should wear. Isn’t it true that you’ve been wanting to introduce me to your sister?”

“So, you’ll come?” Asher asked in surprise.

I nodded.

Overjoyed, Asher picked me up and carried me around the studio in excitement.

“Grace, I’m so happy.”

As I looked at his defenseless, smiling face, I couldn’t help but smile too.