For this reason, Cecilia often came to me, her voice timid and filled with grievance. "Mom, did I do something wrong? Is Dad mad at me? Can you tell him I'll be good, okay?"
I pulled her into my arms, gently stroking her hair, forcing a smile to reassure her. "No, sweetheart. Dad isn’t angry. He’s just been busy with work lately."
Later, I noticed that Simon had started paying attention to high-end maternal and child products.
It was then that I learned Sophia had returned to this country with her newborn son and sought Simon’s help.
That night, I confronted him, and we had a terrible fight.
In the end, Simon lost his temper and said, "Sophia’s husband went bankrupt and abandoned them and their son."
"She has no one else to rely on after coming back to this country. I was just helping her a little. Why are you being so petty?"
In the years that followed, we often quarreled about Sophia and her son.
No matter how late it was, if Sophia called, Simon would drive to her immediately.
I had thought about divorce countless times. If not for Cecilia, I would not have endured this for so long.