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A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital. I told the doctors firmly that, aside from Lucas and Evan, I remembered everyone and everything else just fine. The doctor explained to Lucas that my memory loss was only temporary, caused by the concussion, and that I’d gradually regain full recollection.
Back in Lucas’s house, I climbed the stairs, ignoring the cheerful piano melody coming from the living room. Evan and Annie were playing a duet, and when they finished, Annie gave him a proud thumbs–up.
“Our little pianist, you’re amazing!”
Evan blushed and grinned. “It’s because you’re such a good teacher!”
The perfect picture of a loving mother and child. Without a word, I continued up the stairs, watching Evan’s smile vanish when he noticed me.
Annie quickly stood up. “Mrs. Blake, how are you feeling?”
Standing on the staircase, I nodded politely. “I’m nearly recovered. Please, carry on.”
I didn’t dislike Annie–I envied her. She wasn’t a third party in my marriage. No, she was Lucas’s unforgettable first love. Though I had married Lucas, the truth remained: the unloved one is the real outsider.
Lucas had first fallen for her at eighteen. And last month, when Wynn Corporation declared bankruptcy, Annie had returned. Her entire savings had gone toward covering her family’s debt, and her music degree wasn’t much
heln for finding high–naving work in the States Sa Lucas had made her.
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help for finding high–paying work in the States. So, Lucas had made her Evan’s piano teacher at a monthly rate of $60,000.
