As we sat in silence, Cathy made a video call.
Cathy was my daughter, who was four years old now and had recently been on vacation with my mom, her grandmother.
"Daddy, do you miss me? I miss you so much."
Cathy said with her pouty lips, making funny faces in front of the camera, dispelling the gloom in my heart.
Amelia had suffered from postpartum depression after giving birth to Cathy.
In order for her to recover better, Cathy had been taken care of by me and my mother since she was born.
"Where is mom? Can I talk to her?"
I handed my phone to Amelia.
Watching her interact closely with her Amelia, I, who had already made up my mind, suddenly wavered.
Children who grew up in single-parent families were somewhat sensitive in character.
What about Cathy if we divorced? Would she be affected by us?
After hanging up the phone, Amelia held my hand with a guilty face.
"Darling, Cathy is so cute, and how can you bear to make her sad?"
This time, I didn't pull away her hand.
Maybe we could try again.
The next day, Amelia did indeed live up to her word and played the role of a devoted wife and mother.
I used to prepare three meals a day at home before.