Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 51

Evan decided to cook lunch himself.

Emma curled up in a lounge chair on the balcony, a book in her hands, with no intention of helping. She had suggested they just order takeout, but Evan had insisted on cooking. If he wanted to do it, he could handle it all himself.

She was reading Stefan Zweig's 'Letter from an Unknown Woman.' Emma had first read it in high school, and though she’d revisited it no fewer than ten times over the years, she still had the patience for a good work, willing to savor it again and again.

The protagonist spends her entire life pursuing the writer, Mr. R, only revealing her love in a letter just before her death. The tragedy was that Mr. R never remembered her, didn’t even know who she was.

Emma considered it a grand tragedy, a farce of a life. She pitied the protagonist but wasn’t moved by her silent devotion. She just found it sad, a sorrow born from witnessing such self-sacrifice.

The story was short, and even though she’d read it countless times, the ending still moved her.

Curled in the lounge chair, she was bathed in the warm, gentle sunlight. It was a rare, sunny day for late autumn in Averton City.

Emma leaned back lazily. Even without turning around, she knew that Evan was in the kitchen not far behind her, cooking. He wasn’t at work, he wasn’t with someone else. He was just making lunch for the two of them.

It felt as if time had suddenly slowed down.

Emma got up from the chair and quietly made her way to the kitchen doorway.

Evan stood with his back to her, cooking at the stove. He had a Pink Panther apron tied around his waist, which looked rather comical against his impeccably crisp white shirt. But thanks to his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and good figure, the sight was still pleasing to the eye.

Emma watched him quietly, not wanting to disturb the tranquil moment.

When she first read this book in high school, she always felt indignant on behalf of the protagonist, frustrated and angry that she had devoted her whole life to a man who didn't even recognize her in the end.

But even back then, she had wondered, how could the woman in the book be so foolish?

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