She was the person I had loved for three years.
"What does our child, Stella, mean to you? She's already dead, but you, her biological mother, were absent from her funeral. And now you're still taking care of Logan. It's ridiculous!"
"Maria!" I yelled, throwing out the divorce agreement I had been carrying with me. "Let's get a divorce, then you can accompany Logan!"
"Stella is dead?"
When Maria heard this, she was stunned and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"How is this possible? I remember she was very well-behaved and said that the teacher at the kindergarten praised her a few days ago when I saw her..."
I smiled bitterly, it turned out that she hadn't noticed this matter at all.
I threw the divorce agreement in front of her.
"It doesn't matter. You have never been a competent wife and mother. Just sign it. Even if it goes to court, a heartless and ungrateful mother like you won't have any advantage!"
She looked at me in shock, mumbling to herself.
"No way. It's impossible. How could Stella die? You must be lying to me!"
How could someone so cruel as to take care of a stranger during her child's funeral be qualified to be called a mother?