"We're divorced!" Annabelle Linton said, her expression cold. She frowned, stressing the point with dead seriousness.
'And it wasn't easy to get, either!'
"Mhm, I know." Leona Grant gently wrapped his arms around her waist and took hold of her arm. "That's why I hope you'll give me another chance. I hope you'll give Evan a complete family. Honey, I love you so much, and our son loves you too. Won't you come back?"
Annabelle Linton grew impatient. She irritably tried to wrench her arm free, but couldn't. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped. "Where did this 'son' come from?!"
"So you really are abandoning us..."
Annabelle Linton: "..."
An utterly pitiful and tragic expression crossed Leona Grant's face as he poured his heart out, "I think about you every day to the point I can't sleep or eat. I came out to ask friends for news about you, only to see you chatting with another man. Do you have any idea how much I've missed you while you've been gone?
