Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 3 Anxiety

“Two days ago? Where?” I asked, feeling a little anxious.

Ivanna noticed my reaction and retorted, “What’s with that look?”

“Where did you see him?” I couldn’t care less about bantering with her and continued pressing for answers.

However, Ivanna’s phone started ringing. She glanced at the screen and hushed me before leaning into her chair and answering the call. After a few sentences, she straightened up, glanced at me, and said, “What?! I’ll be right there!”

Immediately after, she closed her laptop and stuffed it into her bag. “I have to go. Let’s meet up again another time!”

“Wait… You…” I had more questions, but she ignored me and left.

She said she saw Matthew two days ago, but he was supposed to be on his business trip in Canta then. Where did she see him? Was she at Canta for a trip as well?

I shrunk back into the seat silently. I was helpless, but a strange sense of fear filled my heart. The TikTok video kept playing in my mind, but I wasn’t sure if it was Matthew.

Did he not go to Canta at

the cafe with my mind in turmoil. Despite the warm sunlight shining on me, I couldn’t stop shivering. I

so absent-minded the whole day that I forgot to pick Ava up. Fortunately, Matthew returned early today. Seeing

returned with our daughter, Melanie walked in unexpectedly. She had a key to our place and treated it as

saw me in the kitchen, she put down her bag and came over. She leaned against the door and asked, “Why are

was washing the vegetables as I replied, “He went to

up now?” Melanie’s tone carried a hint of reproach. She

accustomed to her behavior over the years. After all, she was Matthew’s sister, and I had no choice but to

I want some calamari!” She asked

the fridge. “Look in there. Your brother probably bought

then, Ava’s tender voice echoed from the doorway. “Mommy, I’m back! Why did you forget to pick me up today?” She ran up to me, looking at

pinched her nose with my wet hands. “I was busy. I promise I won’t forget my baby

with our daughter’s little backpack and looked at us dotingly. Meanwhile, Melanie approached the doorway and

wrapped his arms around me. The next second, he removed my apron and put it on himself. “I got this, honey.

a good husband. I want to

causing trouble. Just