He replied almost immediately.
[M P: Tomorrow. I’m taking the earliest flight home.]
A moment later, I received a notification. My bank account had been credited with 52 million dollars. The message attached said something.
[Gift for our engagement]
I smiled and put my phone back into my pocket.
Michael saw my smile and frowned.
“Evelyn, what are you smiling about?” he asked coldly.
“Are you so heartbroken you’ve gone crazy?”
In theory, I should have been heartbroken. I remembered the first time Michael asked for a divorce because of Regina. It felt like my world had ended.
I cried for three days and three nights. I begged him not to leave me. I even got down on my knees in front of all our family and friends.
When he still walked away, I cut my wrists in despair. He didn’t come back. But this time was different. I looked at him without any emotion.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“You’re finally going to be a father.”
Michael nodded. His tone was cold and careless.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get married again after the baby is born,” he said.
“As long as you behave, I’ll tell the child to call you ‘Mom’ in front of others.”
I had heard words like that too many times over the past nine years.