Divorce Anxiety

Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.

Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.

Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.

Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.

Christopher let out a cold snort.

Is he saying that I’m overthinking?

Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.

“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.” Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.

Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let me know if I do anything wrong!”

“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”

“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up coming home.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.

She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s privacy.

Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”

“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”

“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.

Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.

Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”

Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”

Whatever you say.”

them headed down

I felt really uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it

mocking Kathleen! But she’s

too much into her words. She was just lamenting how hard her life used to be. I can’t believe you interpreted her words that

identity outright so that

wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her

no need for her to insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She isn’t the

hand was. She even said her hands are

began arguing

comments as his

shooting went

coming for dinner that night and they should pay

didn’t mention how special

nervous at that piece of

do you think the

her head. “I

who they are,” Astrid

was calm as she replied, “Why would I know when none of

her a

dinner alone tonight?” Nancy

hesitated for

I can prepare dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great

if you have the potential to be a good wife and mother? Is that something

be tiring if you handle everything alone.

opportunity to learn from her!” Astrid agreed readily. “Kathleen, please teach me

signature dishes for dinner,” Kathleen suggested

a pause, Astrid

with a grin. “I promise I’ll teach you everything you

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

look at Astrid and sneered

turned around and went

Astrid went after her.

I just realized that there is a dishwasher here. That eases our