Robert, Her Billionaire Widower

She opened the file and began to read it. She was almost surprised that this was her writing. She couldn’t believe that she had written so well. All of a sudden, she realized that there was something she could do, something that she would not need a doctor for. This was something that she could do all on her own and help Robert immensely in the process.

She could finish the book. This would be extremely important. She remembered that day when Robert had called her, remembered how she had felt while writing the book. She remembered how excited she had been about Robert reading the book, how she had had a feeling that the way she had depicted their relationship would allow Robert to come to terms with the loss of his wife. If she finished this book now she would be able to give it to Robert and help him in some small way. She could offer Robert what little solace she could give without actually being there for him. By giving him this book, she would be able to help both of them.

She really liked this idea for several reasons. The first reason was, of course, that she would be able to make Robert feel better. Even if she didn’t make him feel better, it would be something to do. It would be something to keep her occupied. It would be something that, at the very least, allowed her to feel useful, to feel like she could do something to help even if, in the end, all her efforts were futile and her book did not end up helping Robert at all.

Additionally, she liked the idea of writing the book because it would help her as well. It would close this chapter of her life. It would help her feel like she had finished something, and she would finally be able to move on. In many ways, this book would be her goodbye to Robert. It would be a good way to finish things, a good sendoff for the relationship that was probably never meant to be. It was the only way she could think of that would allow her to feel closure. She wanted to finish this book more than she wanted to do anything else in the world.

She started thinking about money. Robert had paid her half of the money in advance and she still had some of that left over. She had had some savings from her job which she could dip into. She could also start writing freelance, this would allow her to get some money coming in so that she didn’t just have to rely on the money that she had in the bank.

She could do this. She was inspired, she was motivated and she was excited about something for a change. She could do this, and the fact that she could do this made her breathe for the first time since that awful moment when Robert had told her that he couldn’t be with her because he was still not over his dead wife.

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It had been a month and a half and Vanessa had written furiously. She had had most of the story. The only parts of the story that she did not have were the parts that involved the bad aspect of the relationship that Robert and Marie had shared, but this was not all that much of a problem because it turned out that Vanessa was an absolutely brilliant writer.

That one session that she had conducted with Robert had allowed her to gain an understanding of the bad side of their relationship. She was able to extrapolate the information that she had gained and use it to understand how the tension would have developed in their marriage. She wanted to gain some more information but since this was not an option she decided that it would be better to simply improvise and try to figure things out on her own.

She didn’t have to write about the bad side of their relationship, after all. She only had to write about the fact that they had rough patches, and use the information she had gleaned from that one session in which Robert had told her about the bad side of his relationship with Marie to cast a subtle shadow over the relationship she portrayed in the book.

At the end of the day, this book became more of a tribute to Marie from Vanessa rather than a book about a wife that her husband had written for her. Vanessa did not care. This was the book she had written. This was the end result, and it was good. It was very good indeed, and she was incredibly proud of it, so proud, in fact, that she could not wait to give it to Robert.

She decided to mail it. She had gone to his place a couple more times after the last time, and over the last six weeks she had tried to contact him in other ways as well. However, he had never responded to these attempts to communicate with him well. Hence, Vanessa decided if she just mail the manuscript to him. She could have just emailed it to him, but she decided against it. With a smile she recalled that moment when Robert had said that personal touches were important when it came to the first time. This was the first time that he would be reading this book about his wife, this tribute to the great woman that Vanessa had written. It was important that it have a bit of a personal touch so that the experience was as good as it could possibly be, and Vanessa could not think of any better way of adding the personal touch than to simply print it out, bind it together and present it to him. Reading was always better when it was done off of paper rather than an electronic screen anyway.

She went to the post office and sent the mail, and as she watched the person behind the counter take it she felt relief, such relief that she had not felt in a long time. It was over. Whatever happened next, it was over. The book was done, she no longer had to worry about it. She no longer had to think about Robert. She felt like she had done her part and it was enough. It may not be everything, but it was enough.