No More Mrs. Forgotten novel Chapter 41

And then, the most absurd and ironic scene unfolded.

Emeline and York approached Sharon together to say hello.

Although it was both absurd and ironic, in this specific moment, it somehow looked entirely reasonable and expected.

Emeline was the grieving widow of a fallen hero, and she was carrying his only unborn child.

York was her childhood friend. Standing by her side right now made him look fiercely loyal and deeply principled.

If Sharon, his actual wife, were to show any jealousy now, she would be the one painted as cold-blooded and petty.

Sharon offered a bleak, empty smile as she watched the two of them stroll toward her.

She watched her legal husband act like a devoted knight, protecting the woman he used to love.

No, not *used to*. Perhaps he had loved her all along.

Even though an irreversible accident had occurred between them, and even though they had both married other people... who made the rule that you couldn't stay in love forever?

Some things were just too messy to explain, unspoken, and permanently off-limits.

At that moment, Adele and Flossie were standing faithfully by Sharon's side.

But neither of them knew what to say or what they even *could* say.

Could they march up and block Emeline from coming over to say hi?

No.

Every move Emeline made seemed perfectly orchestrated, completely flawless.

Yes, they had bad blood, but some conflicts simply couldn't be resolved by airing them out in public.

It wasn't something that could be fixed with a screaming match or a fistfight.

Some animosities were bred deep into the bone, entirely irreconcilable and impossible to diffuse.

Because of that, Adele and Flossie had absolutely zero grounds to insult or curse Emeline out right now.

And so, they found themselves trapped in a suffocating, passive corner.

Passively waiting to be ground into the dirt, their dignity crushed all over again.

Sharon didn't have the energy to overthink it; she just felt her physical discomfort intensifying.

A heavy, dragging sensation began to pool in her lower abdomen.

Coupled with the agonizing, suffocating grief already weighing her down, her face turned even paler as a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

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