Burn My Love to a Crisp

I was shocked.

Who had sent the message using my phone? How could they be so familiar with me that they could even sound like me?

Stanley didn't suspect anything. He sighed and called me, but his calls were rejected one after another.

Then another message came through. "Don't bother me. We're getting a divorce after the baby is born."

Stanley's face darkened further. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and walked out of the bathroom.

Sabrina walked over and asked in concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? You look terrible."

Stanley shook his head. "If there's nothing urgent here, I'll go home first."

I was a bit surprised. Normally, he would leave me alone to calm down when we argued. But now, he was actually trying to go home.

Sabrina didn't say anything. Just then, there was a cry from the kitchen. She rushed over.

Hannah had burned her hand. "Mommy, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Stanley."

Stanley saw it too. His expression turned stern as he scolded, "How could you be touching something so dangerous? What if you get hurt?"

Hannah shrank back. Her voice trembled as she apologized, "I'm sorry."

Sabrina blew on Hannah's hand and then looked up at Stanley. "It's my fault. I didn't give her a good life. She used to cook like this when we were abroad."

"Daddy Stanley, I'm really good at cooking. You should try some," Hannah said, bringing over a plate of pasta. She seemed very good at reading the room.

After eating, she stuck close to Stanley.

Sabrina pretended to be stern. "Hannah, stop bothering Daddy Stanley. Let him go home. We've already caused him enough trouble."

Hannah pouted, looking upset. "But I just got a daddy." She started crying loudly while holding onto Stanley with one hand.

Stanley picked her up and said, "Alright, I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you."

I let out a sneer.

I wasn't surprised by his choice at all. Every time he had to choose between me and Sabrina, he always chose the latter.