Neither Laura nor he were the same people they once had been. She’d come a long way from the thin waif of a maid working in his mother’s mansion, where he’d first laid eyes on her in that ugly sacklike dress, crouched on the floor, picking up the pieces of a shattered vase. She was now his wife, the mother of his children.
And he loved her.
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