A Firm Decision:No More Second Chances

That night, I had a dream.

A child with angel wings circled around me several times.

But I couldn't hold onto him.

With a face full of sorrow, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and slowly flew further away.

I woke up crying.

In the dark, I placed my hands on my flat abdomen, unable to stop the tears.

The baby I had longed for was gone.

The next morning, I walked out of my room with swollen red eyes and happened to run into Charles coming out of the study.

He glanced at me and mocked, "You cried? Now that you know you were wrong, you should apologize to me.

"You're jealous and resentful all day. Who can stand that?

"If you want to play the pity card to gain my attention, remember I'm not that easy to fool."

His self-righteous rambling annoyed me, so I ignored him and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up.

My indifference infuriated him. Standing at the bathroom door, he commented, "I gave you a way out, so you should comply. Don't be unreasonable. If you want me to forgive you, then go make me breakfast now."

I replied coldly, "Make it yourself."

Charles completely lost his temper. "I must have spoiled you too much. If you keep this up, let's get a divorce."

I had just finished washing my face and hung the towel up.

I glanced at him and said calmly, "Okay."

Charles paused for a few seconds, seeming to grasp the meaning behind my words.

When he realized what I was implying, he exploded with rage.

"Elena, don't think I'm just saying this. Without me, where else would tolerate you? Who else would want you?"

I took a document from the desk in the bedroom and handed it to him.

He angrily sat down on the sofa, crossing his arms. "You want to apologize? It's too late."

I tossed the document in front of him. "Sign it."

He shot a glance at it, his face turning pale.

It was the divorce agreement.