Should I file for divorce? She asked inwardly.
After struggling for a moment, she opened her social media apps and sent a post.
Within minutes, more than a dozen people replied to her, but most of them urged her not to divorce.
[At your age, why do you want to get divorced? Just bear with it?]
[Yeah. Your kid is still in her senior year of high school. A divorce during such a crucial time would definitely affect him.]
[Blogger, if you ask me, just turn a blind eye. For the kid's sake, we should endure it.]
…
As she read these comments, a complicated emotion flashed in her eyes. And eventually, she opened the door.
They are right. I have a child. I can't file for a divorce when John is in such a critical time for her.
With this thought, she deleted the lawyer's number that she had searched on Google.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Danny finally called her. Ella just listened to the non-stop ringing without any intention to answer it.
Originally, she wanted to answer the phone if Danny called the second time, but the phone was completely silent.
It meant from the very beginning, Danny only planned to call her once and would not call again if she did not answer.
Slowly, Ella closed her eyes, unable to bear the pain in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as sorrow and disappointment filled her heart.
She turned off the phone and climbed into bed.
As soon as the alarm clock rang at five o'clock the next day, she jumped up immediately.
After preparing breakfast, she promptly carried it to John's room and helped him pack his schoolbag.
But seeing John put on his coat, Ella could not help but ask, "Did your dad come to you last night and ask about me?"
John furrowed his brows. He seemed puzzled by her questions.
Concealing the disappointment in her eyes, Ella murmured, "It's nothing. I was just wondering."
After she packed his schoolbag and prepared to leave the room, John clicked his tongue impatiently. "Mom, haven't I told you to put less sugar in it? Are you deaf or what?"
Ella paused and apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry. I zoned out a bit when making the milk this morning, so …."
"Ugh, so annoying. You have been doing this every day, but still can't do it properly! What good are you? You're nowhere as good as Aunt Sarah."
Ella’s fingers curled tightly into her palms as a sharp ache gripped her chest. Every word he said made her feel she was so foolish.