After I got married in my previous life, my mother refused to see me.
Every time I attended those gatherings in our circle, people would gossip behind my back, saying I had married above my station, that I wasn't even as good as the Chase family's foster daughter.
When Joseph heard this, his first reaction was to tell me to go out less in the future. Later, he simply stopped letting me go.
The evening wind blew; autumn in Fairport turned cool quickly. I leaned on a man half a head taller than me, stumbling as we walked.
"You always say I'm too calculating," I said. "His heart is pure, which suits me perfectly. What are you still coming here to stir things up for?"
Joseph's eyelashes trembled, and he took a step toward me.
"Nina, in this life, I'm here to make it up to you. After you
