My ex-husband and child cried and begged me to come back

“She just scraped her hand.” Clara ’s voice was as cold as ice as she glanced at the equipment. “Why are you making such a fuss? You never even mentioned bringing this equipment home when I broke my leg while practicing dance.”

Liam 's expression darkened, somewhat displeased: "Those were those days, and these are the present. Vanessa 's hands are different; they're for playing the piano. What if she injures her bones and it affects her career?"

Lila ran out of the guest room, threw herself into Vanessa's arms, and pointed at Clara , shouting, " Ms. Vanessa , you stay here! Don't mind that fat woman, she's just the maid, she has no right to interfere with us!"

“ Lila , stop giving Mommy nicknames all the time.” Liam said this symbolically, without any reproach in his tone, but rather with indulgence.

Clara, too lazy to argue with them, turned and went back to her bedroom. She knew Liam 's temper all too well; whenever Vanessa was involved , she was always wrong.

The next morning, as Clara stepped out of her bedroom, she saw Liam leaning against the sofa, iPad in hand, his fingers flying across the screen. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating his handsome profile, but his gaze was fixed on the screen, and he didn't even notice her approaching.

“ Clara , come here for a second.” Liam only looked up when Clara walked to the sofa and pointed to the iPad screen—it was full of information about high-end villas in the city center, with the lowest price being tens of millions.

Clara could speak, she saw Liam pick up his phone, tap the screen a few times, and then the phone beeped – he had transferred a 10 million yuan deposit to the real estate agent.

“ Clara , I’d like to discuss something with you.” Liam put down his phone and pointed to the documents on the coffee table. “ Lila has been studying piano very diligently lately, and I’d like to buy her a villa with a practice room so that Vanessa, her teacher , can live there and provide convenient guidance. This is a gift agreement between the couple, and as a token of our gratitude, the villa will be registered in Vanessa’s name.”

Clara stared at the agreement, the words "Gifts: Liam , Clara " particularly jarring. She suddenly remembered seven years ago, when she wanted to buy an imported piano, priced at only a few hundred thousand, but Liam hesitated for a long time, saying, "We'll buy it later"; she remembered when she was pregnant and wanted to eat imported fruit, Liam said, "Too expensive, ordinary fruit is just as good"; but now, he bought Vanessa a villa worth tens of millions without even blinking an eye.

"You've already paid the deposit, why are you asking me?" Clara sneered, her fingertip tracing her name on the agreement. "Also, have you forgotten that we're divorced? The cooling-off period isn't over yet, but we're no longer husband and wife. I won't sign this agreement."

Liam paused, seemingly only then remembering the divorce. He scratched his head, his tone carrying a hint of casual apology: "Sorry, I forgot." He paused, then asked, "When does the cooling-off period end?"

"Number 20." Clara 's voice was completely flat.

Liam breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to take Clara 's hand, but she instinctively dodged it. His hand froze in mid-air, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it: " Clara , after all, Professor Vanessa is a guest. It would be impolite to neglect her. I might not be able to take care of you lately, so please bear with me."

“ Lila is still young, and it’s understandable that she’s a bit willful, but she is still our child. Please don’t take it to heart,” he added, his tone pleading.

Clara frowned and interrupted him, "You don't need to say these things." She added in her mind—after all, I'm leaving soon, and these things will no longer concern me.

Liam closed the iPad, her tone suddenly softening: "Okay, let's make some light dishes tonight. Lila and I have been staying home with you lately, okay?"

Clara looked at the hypocrisy in his eyes and found it laughable. Staying with her? It was just an excuse to stay home with Vanessa . She pointed to her leg—her knee was scraped and swollen from yesterday's fall. "My leg is injured, I'm still recovering, and I can't cook for a while. Let the maid prepare."

Liam 's lips suddenly curled into a cruel smile, his eyes filled with contempt: "You can walk, can't you? What? You still want to keep dancing ballet with those legs of yours?" He paused, his tone undisguisedly insulting: "Which ballet dancer weighs 150 pounds? Clara , you should face reality."

Clara 's heart with precision . She remembered when she weighed 90 pounds, twirling on stage in her ballet tutu, with Liam shouting "My ballet princess!" from the audience; she remembered practicing dance late into the night, with Liam bringing her late-night snacks, saying, "Your legs are the most precious thing in the world"; but now, he was using her most prized legs and dreams to insult her.

Clara clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms until beads of blood appeared. She wanted to retort, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a sound.

"Sorry, I was just joking." Seeing Clara's pale face, Liam stopped smiling and apologized perfunctorily. "Since you have trouble walking, you should rest at home. I'll take Lila and Vanessa out to eat."

After saying that, he picked up his coat and walked straight to the entrance without even asking, "Do you want something to eat?"

Liam left, Clara wasn't sad at all. Instead, she lay down on the sofa and took out her phone to search for information about liposuction. She carefully looked at the surgical risks, postoperative recovery time, and even contacted a hospital in Germany to confirm the surgery time— Liam and Lila were no longer in her world ; she just wanted to leave this suffocating place as soon as possible.