Too Late for Spring, Too Late for Us

“Harriet, I will settle the past ten years with you!”

Bryan saw them leaving and quickly ran after them. The driver rushed over to open the car door. Richard carried Emily into the car and Bryan got in with them.

They looked like a perfect family of three.

As the car drove away, I slowly looked away. When I turned around, the cold wind blew hard, cutting into my skin. Ten years had passed, but like a leaf falling from a tree, it left no trace behind.

The servants whispered behind me.

“She’s been his wife for ten years and still haven’t had a child. Isn’t that just taking up space without doing anything?”

“Shh! Don’t let Mrs. Ford hear you!”

I ignored them, walked upstairs and called my lawyer.

“Please write a divorce agreement between Mr. Ford and me.”

“As for the property, I won’t give up a single cent.”

The lawyer sounded a bit hesitant as he said from the other end, “Everything else is easy to arrange. But the airport in the northern suburbs, that’s what Mr. Ford planned to give you as a gift for your tenth wedding anniversary. It’s almost ready to open.”

“Are you sure you want to do this now, Mrs. Ford?”

“After all, building your own airline was your biggest dream.”

Yes. Before I married into the Ford Family, I had dreams, too. But I gave them all up. It was not for love, but for the future of the Ford Family. I lived like a person without a soul. But not now.

I asked, “How long until it opens?”

“The opening ceremony is in seven days.”

I nodded. Let it be then. Besides, I wouldn’t mind waiting for another seven days.

Richard didn’t come home until the next day. I was eating breakfast when the servants rushed in.

"Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford is back. He brought Miss Burnett and the child with him."

I didn’t say anything.

Richard came in carrying Emily. She kept her head down and leaned into his chest like she would break if anyone touched her. On the other hand, the little Bryan ran into the room and kicked me hard.

“You bad woman! You hit my mom! You’re a bad woman!”

Emily tried to stop him and struggled to get out of Richard’s arms.

“Bryan, don’t be rude. Say sorry to Mama Harriet.”

‘Mama Harriet?’ I thought to myself, wanting to puke at the mention of it.

Richard held her tightly as he gently told Emily, “Don’t move. You’re still hurt.”

After calming her down, he looked at me and said in a cold voice, like it was just a fact, “Emily and the child will live here from now on.”

The servants all heard him. All of them lowered their heads as they quietly glanced at each other. His words made it clear.

Richard didn’t care about me anymore.

I brushed the dirt off my pants where Bryan had kicked me, stood up and asked, “If they’re living here, then where am I supposed to live?”

He frowned and sounded impatient as he answered, “Don’t make a scene.”

After that, he said, "Talking too much will only embarrass you."

I asked again, “Really? But isn’t bringing your mistress into this house what’s really embarrassing?”

“Harriet!” he shouted sharply.

His voice made all the servants freeze.

Richard had always been the authority in this house. Before, he used to spoil me. It was because of that love, I had always stood tall.

“You should understand,” he said coldly.

“Emily gave me a son.”

He said it in front of everyone, like he was slapping me in the face.

Before I could say a word, Emily started crying.

She held onto Richard’s sleeve and said softly, "Richard, please don’t fight with Harriet because of me. I feel terrible for you."

She looked at me carefully and said, "Harriet, don’t worry. Bryan and I are just staying here for a little while. We won’t disturb you."