"Do you know what Maisie went through at kindergarten today?”
Fiona frowned slightly and interrupted me, “Ryan, no need to remind me about this.”
“I’m sorry about what happened at kindergarten today. But Rielle also had a parent-teacher meeting. Asher is now divorced and raising her alone—he’s too busy to manage everything."
"Besides, before I even met you, I had made a promise to Asher that I would never let him suffer."
"I’ve already married you, given you what you wanted. You can’t stop me from caring for him and his daughter. It’s something I owe them.”
Fiona threw down her jacket after saying that and went to the bathroom.
The sound of clattering water rang out, drowning out my desperate and helpless whimpers.
If I had known that after marrying her and living my life like this, I would rather die than choose to give in that night.
I smiled bitterly at the divorce agreement that I had just written on my computer.
If I had no heart, according to my character, I am afraid that I would have already mentioned divorce.
But when I thought of Maisie’s aggrieved look, I still wanted to fight a little more, did not want to let her lose her mother since she was a child.