"Can you please just listen to me? That's an unlucky thing to say. I will take time every year to accompany you and Mia on her birthday. As long as she wants me, I will do my best to satisfy her. Is that enough?"
Maybe it was my indifferent attitude that made Gary realize that something was wrong. I loved Mia so much. In the past, I would have been thrilled when he made promises to me and Mia, even though I knew they were all empty promises.
But Mia was gone, and I could no longer tell myself that his willingness to make such a promise showed that he cared for us.
My daughter's death shattered my illusion, and I could no longer deceive myself.
"Please take a look at the divorce agreement. I'll only take what's mine. If there's no problem, just sign and go through the process!"
I sent him the screenshot of the scheduled divorce date and then strode away.
It was so painful that I felt like walking on the edge of a knife.
My suffering was almost over.
Looking at my back, Gary frowned. He pressed his twitching eyelids and called Wade, his secretary.
"Wade, help me buy a pure white Pomeranian, send it to my daughter, and tell her that it's a puppy I saved. Also, tell her to wait for me at home."