But his album was full of photos of Jacqueline with makeup or without, smiling or crying.
It turned out that he could take good photos, but he just didn't like taking any for me.
But actually, his album was filled with our photos, and even on every anniversary, he would remind me to take photos for memories.
"Let's wait until we're eighty years old and look at them. These photos will become antiques. They are our best memories."
When did our photos get replaced?
The seven-year itch was indeed true.
Jacqueline was a fresh graduate who just joined the company as an intern this year.
Declan told me more than once that she was smarter and more capable than other interns in the same batch.
He even made an exception and let her be his assistant.
I didn't care very much.
The first time I saw Jacqueline was when she came to deliver documents to Declan.
She saw me and greeted me by saying, "Hi, Winnie."
Jacqueline was young, beautiful, and competent. Not to mention that she was in her prime. No one would dislike her.
But I had always trusted Declan.
In the past six months, Declan had been away on business frequently. I thought it was because the company was doing well that he was busy with work.