Then the door was unlocked. After that night, Isabella came to her senses.
She said coldly, “Reginald, I will be responsible for you and marry you.”
I thought a happy life was about to begin for me. But at a party, I accidentally bumped into her talking to a friend.
“Isabella, you don't know what's good for you. You have to be grateful. Reginald has a good figure. He is also rich. The key is that he still loves you so much. So, you should live a good life.”
Isabella sneered while smoking a cigarette. She didn’t care about her friend’s words.
“At first, I also had a good impression of him, but I didn't expect that he was actually such a casual person. When I think of the day, he drugged me and forcefully himself on me, I feel disgusted.”
I hadn't figured out how to explain to her properly. Half a month later, she applied and got a visa to leave the country.
Ten months later, Isabella sent her newborn daughter back to Liechtenstein. I took care of my daughter, Luciana, alone. On the other hand, I still looked forward to her coming back. I always wait for her day and night.
Unfortunately, what I got in return was her entanglement with Christopher. I didn’t believe Isabelle was closer to Christopher’s daughter than her daughter.
The empty villa was silent and lonely. I took out my cell phone. I just wanted to call Isabella to ask when she would be back.
Suddenly the door was pushed open. Isabella coldly walked in. She swept a glance at Luciana who was sleeping soundly.
She then spoke carelessly, “Adelaide will come to play at home tomorrow, Reginald. So, you and Luciana have to go out right now.”
Meeting my confused gaze, the corner of her lips raised a smile and explained, “Adelaide is more possessive. She can't see other little girls calling me mom, Reginald. So, please, you two out now.”
I had just held my breath for a while. But I finally exploded at this moment. I laughed back in anger.
“Isabella, do you still know who your biological daughter is? Do you know that Luciana is in kindergarten today…”
Isabella frowned slightly and interrupted me, “Reginald, there's no need for you to remind me of this, okay? I'm sorry, Reginald. But at the kindergarten today, Adelaide also had a parent-teacher meeting. Christopher and her mom are divorced. She's too busy to take care of the child alone.”
I still calm down at this moment. Isabella continued her words, “What's more, before I met you, I swore to Christopher that I would never let him suffer any grievances. I've already married you, as you wished, Reginald. So, you can't stop me from caring about them. This is what I owe them.”
Isabella threw down her jacket after saying that. She then went to the bathroom. The sound of water splashing drowned out my desperate and helpless whimpers.
If I had known that life would be like this after marrying her, I would rather die than choose to give in that night. I smiled bitterly at the divorce agreement that I had just written on my computer.
If it weren’t for my only daughter, Luciana, there would be no heart for Isabella. According to my character, I was afraid that I would have already mentioned divorce.
But when I thought of Luciana with the aggrieved look, I still wanted to fight a little more. I did not want to let her lose her mother since she was a child.
***
Luciana woke up early in the morning. She learned that her mother had come back to our house. She then jumped up excitedly on her crib.
“I'm going to take the picture I just drew and show it to Mommy and Dad.”
I knew that little children would forget a lot of things quickly. Luciana has already forgiven Isabella for what happened in kindergarten. My daughter ran downstairs happily.
But she saw Christopher and Adelaide in our house. At that moment Isabella was gently helping Adelaide peel oranges.
Luciana frowned and asked, “Mom, who are they?”
Seeing that Luciana was still at home, Isabella frowned. “Why are you still at home? Where's your dad, Luciana?”
Luciana was taken aback. She was still carefully holding up the family portrait she had been drawing for a week.
“This is the family portrait that I drew, Mom. I'm thinking that I'll give it to you when you return home.”
The painting was just about to be handed over when a small hand nonchalantly snatched it away.
“What a broken painting!”
Adelaide stomped her foot and tore it in half. She arrogantly put her hands on her waist. Adelaide then fiercely pushed my daughter.
