Dirk Carter knew.
All these years, there had always been women around him.
Some loved him, some hated him, and some were simply there to satisfy physical desires.
Among those who loved him deeply, there were likely only two.
One was his wife, Dorothy Zechariah.
And the other was Catherine Sawyer, right in front of him.
Even so.
Their loves were different.
Dorothy grew up in privileged conditions; she was confident, exuding the charm of a successful woman. Her love for Dirk was equal.
Catherine was not.
She considered herself of humble origins.
She never asked Dirk for anything.
Dirk gave her a business to run, and she always managed it perfectly.
When Dirk didn't need her, she never bothered him.
But if he needed her, she would drop everything and be by his side without hesitation.
Her love was one of admiration, grievance, and humble submission.
"It's my fault, my fault, I apologize to you."
As soon as Dirk said this.
Catherine panicked.
