Even though she protested with silence and refused to speak to me first, I stubbornly stayed, keeping my distance and trying not to disturb her.
One day, while I was busy setting up my stall, I suddenly spotted my daughter stepping out of a luxury car, beaming with a radiant smile.
The driver was a notorious playboy from a wealthy family!
I had heard students gossip about him while selling pancakes—he was known for being flirtatious, playing with girls' feelings, and had even caused some to get sick.
Worried, I tried to reach out to Sophie, but she wouldn't answer my calls. It wasn't until my monthly living expenses were late that she finally picked up.
On the phone, she scoffed at my concerns.
In her daily life, she continued to hold his arm as they went out together.
Feeling desperate, I sought out the playboy.
Eventually, they broke up. After returning to the library to study, Sophie successfully got into a prestigious graduate program.
At that point, I felt it was time to file for divorce again. I rented a place near the school and completely separated from Ethan.