Late for love) Chapter 3
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Grant looked up in surprise at my back. That strange feeling washed over him again. But Wanda whimpered his
name, pulling his attention back to her.
He comforted her, his focus entirely on
her.
I paid my respects to Professor Miller, bowed three times, and greeted his
distraught wife.
“Mrs. Miller, I’m so sorry for
your
loss.”
Mrs. Miller nodded, taking my hand.”
You’re Grant’s girlfriend, right? Thank
you
for coming. I heard you two were
about to get married. He’s a good kid, and
he told me he wouldn’t get married in six
months. I feel really sorry.”
I listened silently, without
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mentioning Grant and Wanda’s plan. Mrs. Miller saw my pain and sighed.
“Grant is like a son to us. He’s been
my husband’s student from bachelor to
doctor, and he really cares about us. That‘
s why he made this decision. Please don’t
blame him.”
I already had a new groom, of course
I wouldn’t blame him.“I understand.”
Seeing this, Mrs. Miller
confided, “Don’t hate Wanda. She’s clingy,
but Grant doesn’t like her. He… really
likes you.”
I stiffened. Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Seeing my disbelief, Mrs. Miller
continued, “Honey, I’m not lying. We
thought he put his research before
everything else until you came along. He kept mentioning you without even
realizing it. He talked about how he ran
into you again, what you cooked for him
and how you asked him to be your
boyfriend… He sounded like he was
complaining, but we know that was not
true.”
Mrs. Miller told me how much Grant
cared about me, but I just found it ironic.
Perhaps the past me would be
overjoyed to hear that.
If Grant truly loved me, why couldn’t
I feel it? Why he never stopped to wait for
me? If he loved me, why would he think about having a child with someone else?
The moment he said yes to Wanda, we were done.
It was over.
For the rest of the memorial, Grant stayed with Wanda. Only after it ended, in the pouring rain, did he drive up to me. His words couldn’t be colder.“Get in.”
I walked to him, but the window rolled down. Wanda was in the passenger
seat, Mrs. Miller in the back.
Before I could speak, Wanda’s
choked voice cut through the air.“Grant, I
want to visit Dad’s grave. Just me, you,
and Mom, okay?”
Mrs. Miller frowned.“Wanda, be
polite.”
Her words somehow triggered
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Wanda, who burst into tears. “It’s Dad’s
funeral! Can’t she take a cab?”
Mrs. Miller tried to intervene, but
Grant had already made a decision.
“I’ll pick you up later,” he said, his
tone brooking no argument. Then he
drove off.
Left behind, I wasn’t surprised at all.
I saw it coming at the moment Wanda
spoke. I felt nothing, not even sadness. I
waited for hours in the rain. He never
came back.
This place was remote and I had no
umbrella. I walked for two hours before
reaching somewhere I could take a cab.
