After that, she took Ryan Young and left the venue.
The scene was silent.
Try to put on a decent smile,
"Everyone can eat now."
When I got home, the left side of my face was still slightly hot.
After coaxing the child to sleep, I lay on the sofa, feeling as if a piece of my chest had been hollowed out.
I felt like there were dozens of lemons beating in my heart.
Sour. Swelling.
Even breathing became difficult.
It was not until late at night that the sound of the door being pushed open was heard.
Sophia Carter reached out to touch my face, but I dodged her.
"I was wrong, Ethan." She knelt on the ground and gently rubbed her face against my knees.
"But after all, you were the one who hit someone first."
"Ryan was drunk and talking nonsense. How can you argue with a drunk person?"
She smiled at me, straightened up and rubbed my nose, "Will you forgive me?"
In the moonlight, I smelled the scent of Sophia Carter's men's perfume on her collar.
I picked up the agreement on the table and handed it to him, my tone was filled with fatigue.
"Sophia Carter, let's get a divorce."
"divorce?"
Sophia Carter's expression was frozen as she took the agreement and read it over and over again.
After confirming that I was serious about filing for divorce, the agreement was thrown in my face.
"Are you crazy Ethan Foster?"
"Leo just turned one year old, and you want to divorce me?"
"Do you think divorce can be accomplished with just a few words?"
"I know I was wrong today. I hit you, but everything has a cause and an effect."
"I've already apologized. When will your stubborn temper subside?"
"Get it straight. You're a father now."
"Family harmony comes first!"
She said a lot and didn't notice the tears falling from my eyes.
There was a stinging pain on my face, and the wounds left by the staples on my face were burned by my tears.
Sophia Carter subconsciously took out her wallet, her movements frozen as if paused.
"Your Band-Aid went to Ryan Young, right?"
"I even ordered a bowl of porridge for him."
Facing my questioning, she was calm.
"So what? It doesn't mean anything."
"Divorce over a bowl of porridge and a band-aid."
"Ethan Foster, you're making a fuss out of nothing!"
Sophia Carter spoke so loudly that she woke the sleeping child.
The crying echoed throughout the living room.
Seeing her frowning brows due to irritation, I asked,
"Do you know where Leo's bottles and formula are?"
The sudden question made Sophia Carter freeze in place.
There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. How could she know where the milk powder was?
After giving birth, Sophia Carter has been cold towards Leo.
During the breastfeeding period, she refused to feed Leo and even refused to look at him.
"Giving birth to him has made me out of shape. I hate myself now!"
The scene of Sophia Carter going crazy comes to my mind.
Holding the bottle, I signed my name on the agreement before entering the bedroom.
"You should sign it too, or I will file for divorce on the grounds that you cheated on me."
"You won't get any benefit then."
Sophia Carter was still trying to defend herself, but I reached out and touched her face, which I had loved so much.
"Your mouth tastes like the red wine Ryan Young drank today."
"What did you do with him? It's hard to guess."
I coaxed Leo to sleep again, and when I came out, Sophia Carter was no longer in the living room.
She tore the agreement into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
A luxury brand bag was quietly placed on the table.
That's what Sophia Carter hid behind her as soon as she walked in.
