Parade's End Epilogue

"Please remember me to your charming mother." The last words Sylvia uttered before she'd left.
A year had passed.
Sylvia had been gone. Some said she had gone to France, some said Germany. Wherever she was, she was not going to come back. At least, not to see her ex-husband. Christopher Tietjens.
Christopher had been living with Valentine Wannop ever since that day Sylvia left but they were never married. God knows why. They never talked about it. All that mattered to them was that they were living happily together. But was Christopher really happy? Did he really love Valentine?
He was still confused. He chose Valentine over Sylvia but he still thought of her, almost every night. Sometimes he couldn't even sleep thinking of where she could be. He couldn't admit it to anybody, not even himself, but he knew deep down that he still had something for Sylvia. She was the only woman nobody could ever replace. Though he always ignored his thoughts about her as he tried to be faithful to Valentine, like how she had been faithful to him but there were times he just couldn't help it, he would go back to the old house he shared with Sylvia and think to himself how perfect their lives would have been.
Christopher and Valentine barely had time for each other. Valentine would always be with the children in school or helping out at tea parties and Christopher would always be at the office. They rarely saw each other, only at dinner if he had no party to attend to.
One night, Christopher had to attend a party with some office friends. He invited Valentine as well as some of his friends wanted to meet her. He was sitting down in one corner, facing the door, waiting for Valentine to arrive. His eyes were fixed at the door when he started picturing Sylvia walking in with her simple golden gown. He imagined himself standing up, offering his arm and smiling at her. She took his arm and looked him straight in the eyes, her crimson lips stretched to a smile and her eyes shone. Oh how he missed the look in her eyes, her sweet smile and her hand on his arm. He missed her but wouldn't let anybody know. The vision overwhelmed his mind, so much that he did not even notice Valentine entering. As soon as he noticed, he stood up quickly and walked her to his friends to meet her. They were all speaking, entertained by how lovely she was but he was just listening to their conversation not saying a word. He then recognized that some people stopped talking and their heads were turned towards the door. He looked over to see who arrived that people, mostly men, turned silent. There standing was a copper haired woman with a little tiara on her head, a familiar golden necklace around her neck matching with a light golden gown. It was Sylvia Satterthwaite.
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