Every year on this day, Declan would clear his schedule, and this year he happened to be back from his business trip.
I just wanted to talk to him.
But just when he was taking a shower, I received a package.
...
I was wondering what Declan bought, but when I opened it, I found it was a prenatal test report.
It showed that Jacqueline was two weeks pregnant.
I calculated the time, and it was the night half a month ago when he was busy socializing and didn't come home.
My hand holding the report was trembling.
So for the past half month, Declan had been avoiding me.
I thought even if he liked Jacqueline very much, he would still hold onto the line.
I thought he wouldn't do anything out of line. I wanted a divorce to give each other a chance.
Now it seemed unnecessary.
Besides, Declan used to say so grandly that he wanted to enjoy our time together.
I endured the immense pressure from Miranda and got this result.
Declan came out of the bathroom and I looked at him coldly.
"Let's get a divorce, Declan."
I had been blind these years.
Declan visibly panicked.
"What are you talking about, honey? This joke is not funny."
"I'm not joking. Let's get divorced, Declan. You have a child with another woman."