Finally, Essic added, “When Mommy is done being busy, remember to come back and live with us and Daddy.”

Seeing the children’s expectant eyes, I could only nod in agreement. Anyway, I had already made up my mind.

If on Monday Reynaldo called me to go to the courthouse, then I would go. Once the divorce certificate was obtained, I would have no more relationship with him.

But if… if he didn’t call me to go to the courthouse, then I would live with the children over there. Although he still harbored resentment in his heart, I still wanted to give each other a chance.

After all, as Johnathan said, it was really not easy for me to come this far with him. Watching us about to be happy together, and then breaking up like this, it’s really heartbreaking.

Over the weekend, I took Essie and Roddy to the nearby amusement park for two days. And these past two days, there had been no news from Reynaldo’s side; he hadn’t even sent a message to ask about the children’s situation. I also endured the fact that he was injured.

As long as he didn’t contact me on Monday, it was fine. If he really called me to go to the courthouse on Monday, then I would never talk to him again, never give him any chance again.

Blink, and it was already Monday. In the early morning, I first took the children to school, then returned to the residence to wait for Reynaldo’s message. That day he only said "see you at the courthouse entrance on Monday," but didn’t mention the time. The morning had passed, and I hadn’t received a single message. He probably forgot about it himself.

Thinking of this, my mood improved slightly. It seems that the man also couldn’t bear to divorce me.

When in a good mood, appetite follows suit. I went to the kitchen and pulled out some ingredients, preparing to cook something delicious for myself. Just as I finished, the phone in the living room rang.

I furrowed my brow, “Could it be Reynaldo calling me to go to the courthouse?”

Picking up the phone on the sofa, it was indeed Reynaldo calling. My mood instantly hit rock bottom. I pressed the answer button hard, holding my breath in my chest, and didn’t say anything.

There was also a moment of silence on his end, a silence that made me want to throw my phone. In the end, I couldn’t hold it in and asked, “If you have something to say, say it. If not, just drop it!”

It was really frustrating. Who wants to listen to his calm and suppressed breathing; it’s so uncomfortable.

Reynaldo paused for two seconds before speaking, and asked me in a calm voice, “Do you have time this afternoon?”

Why did you suddenly ask me that? Are you calling me to get divorced? Or to ask me out for a meal? A touch of annoyance surged in my heart.

I impatiently said, “Just tell me directly if you have something to say; don’t ask if I’m free or not!”

Reynaldo fell silent again. Honestly, I really hate talking to him on the phone. It was a tough time. The air in my chest kept rising.

I impatiently said again, “Just say it if you have something to say! I don’t have time to listen to your silence here!”

“If you’re free, let’s meet at 3 o’clock in the afternoon at the courthouse.”

Oh!

I pursed my lips; indeed, he wants to divorce me. The nose suddenly felt sour, and a touch of moisture quickly appeared in the eye sockets. "Hot tears."