The Price of Pride

Richard lowered his head and stayed silent.

It wasn't just his mother who realized Beatrice's good qualities; he had too.

"Mom, in front of so many relatives at the family vault, I already agreed to divorce and signed the papers. If you want me to backtrack now, where would I put my face?"

Sylvia smacked his shoulder forcefully. "Is face more important, or your happiness for the rest of your life?