âI do, but I canât give you,â Brian replied.
Sanford sighed, âI wonât smoke.
I just want to smell it.
â
Brian relented and handed him a cigarette from his pack.
Sanford inhaled the scent deeply, fell into thought, and finally asked, âBrian, am I a man blinded by love?â
A man blinded by Love?
Brian quirked a brow, seeking clarification.
âWhat do you mean?â
With a self-deprecating smile, Sanford confessed, âI always believed that the women I Loved were pure-hearted, Loving me genuinely.
â
Brian narrowed his eyes in contemplation.
âAre you suggesting Maggie isnât such a woman?â
Sanford twirled the unlit cigarette in his hand.
âMy mother forced me to listen to a recording of her conversation with Maggie this morning.
In it, Maggie confessed she didnât Love me.
She only loved my wealth.
â
Brianâs eyebrows knitted together
âAre you certain? Could there be some misunderstanding? Rosalynn didnât mention this.
â
Sanford scoffed, âBrian, Rosalynn is Maggieâs close friend.
She wouldnât reveal that.
Moreover, she might share the same viewpoint.
They would find a way to marry into a wealthy family, irrespective of love.
Then, theyâd divorce at the opportune moment.
In terms of social standing or wealth, they would receive a compensation beyond the means of ordinary people.
Brian, women are practical creatures.
Remember, your own marriage began similarly.
â
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Brianâs brows furrowed deeper.
How could Sanford say something like that?
Although their union began under unique circumstances, Rosalynn was far trom avaricious.
Sanfordâs agitation was evident in his demeanor and words today.
âSanfordâ¦â
Brian was about to interject when Rosalynn emerged from the bathroom.
âSanford, I find it rather inappropriate for you to speak about me in such a manner behind my back.
â