Melody Zachary staggered back involuntarily, managing not to fall only because she was steadying herself against the corridor wall. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop; it was just that her room was inside the corridor.
A tear fell, and no wonder her son was angry and hardly spoke to her.
The corners of her mouth lifted in a self-deprecating smile. Recently, in an effort to win back her husband's heart, she had been like a chef, getting up early every day to prepare breakfast, going to the supermarket during the day, and then busying herself with making dinner...
She knew Oliver Shaw liked her cooking and watching him enjoy the meals filled her with joy. But now she finally understood that once a man's heart changes, no effort can pull him back.
Raising her hand to wipe the tears from her face, Melody Zachary smiled and walked toward her room.
...
When Mia Foster came out from the bathroom, Felix Shaw had already returned to the bedroom, the television in the living room still on.
