Wearing a camisole nightgown, Yana sat at the dining table. She had set down the ashtray she'd prepared for Luis, poured some water, and placed his cigarettes and lighter neatly beside it.
After doing all this, her face flushed slightly. Even though she was usually a strong-willed woman, she had never been this gentle when her husband was alive.
Every bit of her femininity, without exception, had been offered to this scoundrel, and it all felt so natural.
Since she was young, she had been busy taking care of her husband and single-handedly supporting the family. Back then, her job status wasn't settled yet, and she had to take on other work after hours just to make ends meet.
After her husband passed away, it felt like a release. Fortunately, her job position was secured, though it had drained the family's savings.
