"I can relax here with my mom taking care of me," I said very calmly.

Scanning my face several times, he asked, "Are you angry?"

I didn't expect him to ask that and was stunned for a moment.

And immediately, the surprise turned into hilariousness.

I realized that maybe he wasn't caring about my emotions.

I looked up at him. He was still cool and distant with indifference.

I looked down at the baby in my arms and deliberately said, "Did you do something to make me angry?"

Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, and a faint citrus scent wafted towards me.

Pressing my lips, I said, "She is a premature and weak baby who is sensitive about her surroundings. You just came back from work, so it's not appropriate for you to be too close to her."

He paused and looked gloomy.

Then, he stood up and said, "Then, I'll go back and take a bath."

Before I could reject, he strode out of my room.

It was funny that although we had been married for three years, he never stayed overnight at my house. He usually just ate a meal and left.

Maybe for him, coming to my house for dinner was like a forced social engagement, which demonstrated that he didn't love me at all.

It was my fault that I was blind and didn't realize it until now.

The stuffy room made the bitterness in my heart grow rapidly, and I felt a little breathless.

My baby seemed to notice my emotional breakdown and burst into tears.

I immediately cradled her to comfort her.

But unexpectedly, she cried even louder.

My eyes also turned red with tears. "Baby, don't cry."

But all my attempt to comfort her failed, so I also began to weep.

Sophia and Hazel heard us crying and went into my room.

"Oh my God, why are you crying?"

Sophia handed the baby to Hazel worriedly, and then came to comfort me.

I thought that I was so contentious that the more she appeased me, the more I felt like crying.

In the end, she shocked me to stop crying. Sophia glared at me fiercely. "If you cry again, I will ask Gabriel to bring you back right away."

When I heard this, my tears stopped immediately, but I still couldn't help choking.

As I calmed down, my baby also gradually became quiet.

"See, the baby is affected by your emotions. You have to learn to release your negative feelings. If you continue like this, you will easily suffer from postpartum depression."

Hazel reminded me with concern, and Sophia also realized the seriousness of my problem.

Thinking of what Gabriel said just now, I said to her, "Tell him not to come here anymore. We can't rest well if he comes."

She thought I was afraid that Gabriel would be tired from driving all his way here to visit us.

She complained to herself, "He is the father of your child. It is his duty to take care of you two."

I closed my eyes and said nothing.

Sophia listened to me and didn't let him come here any more.

Actually, Gabriel's plan really confused me. Why did he marry me in the first place if he couldn't forget Natalie?

Why did he give me hope and also bring me despair?

My mind was in a mess, and my heart was in turmoil.

The uneasiness made me get up and took out my cell phone from the bedside table.

I was bored and checked Instagram.

But unexpectedly, I saw Natalie's latest photo posted five minutes ago.

In the photo, there was only the back of a man washing his hands and cooking in the kitchen, enclosed with a sentence saying that "Having you is the greatest happiness in my life."

I recognized it was Gabriel at the first glance at this picture.

In fact, I had an inkling that Gabriel cheated on me with Natalie for a long time.

Because I had been secretly in love with him for almost ten years.

When we were in high school, Natalie was like a goddess in our school.

And in every gossip of her, there would be a boy named Gabriel.

The two of them were a legend in the school, and I heard romantic stories about them almost every day.

Everyone thought they were a perfect match.

The year they graduated, they chose to go to the same university.

Everyone said that they were true love, and soon I heard that they were officially in a moment.

So, I kept my love for him to myself and never told anyone.

When I learned that I would marry him, even though it was just a marriage of convenience, I was so happy and thought my dream had finally come true.

But now, as I reconsidered everything, I found out he still married me even though he had a better choice.

Maybe he was sure that I would bury my head in sand like an ostrich and forgive him no matter how many times he cheated on me.

The more I pondered about it, the more upset I felt. I left a comment: [That's great. I wish you two a long and happy marriage.]

After commenting, I turned off my phone and put it in the drawer again.

However, Gabriel kept his words and came to take me back the next day.

He said, "Mom is back, and she can take care of you, so go back today and don't cause trouble for Sophia, okay?"

Sophia also agreed. "When you recover from the surgery, you can come back and stay as long as you want. But now, just go back with Gabriel; otherwise, the neighbors will gossip about you."

Despite my reluctance, I had no choice but to follow him back.

Gabriel wrapped me tight with my coat, then started packing my things with Sophia.

I watched them without saying a word, thinking about buying an apartment.

Sophia enlightened me that gossip and unreasonable blame would follow behind me and my baby even if I divorced Gabriel and lived with Sophia with my baby in the future.

It would be better for me to buy my own house and live a peaceful life with my child.

Gabriel quickly finished packing up my things.

He carried my luggage while I held the child, and we walked out one after the other.

Although Sophia worried about me, she quit asking me to stay and told me repeatedly to take care of myself.

I nodded to whatever she said, but my heart was not in it.

Gabriel brought a driver with him, and we sat together in the back seat, but it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier that estranged us without any quarrels.

I was staring at the scenery outside the car window and didn't even notice him approaching.

By the time I found his face so close to me, it was too late for me to dodge.

Looking at his handsome face so close to me, I was suddenly stunned, and my breathing slowed down.

"How's our kid?" he asked.

I came back to my senses and said perfunctorily, "She's fine."

When I got home, Beth, who had been waiting in the living room, couldn't wait and ran over to check my baby.

"Hey, let me see my dear," she said.

Then, she took the child with great interest, and looked at the white and tender baby in her arms with a kind smile. "She's cute. I have prepared a gift for this little angel. Let me bring it to her later."

As she spoke, Beth looked up and asked me amicably, "Have you decided on a name for the baby?"

Gabriel blurted out, "We decided to call her Natalia."

This name was like a dagger stabbed right in my heart.

Why did he want to name my baby with a name so similar to his mistress?

"I disagree." I retorted without hesitation.

Gabriel frowned at me, and when he saw how tense and hostile I looked, he asked in displeasure, "Why?"

I said, "I don't like it."

Neither did I like this name nor the person who had a similar name to this one.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, Beth tried to ease the tension. "Well, since you can't agree on her name yet, I'll go get a name from the priests, and you can decide it later, alright?"

Without refuting her, I picked up my baby and went upstairs.

When I reached the stairs, I could still hear Beth blaming Gabriel.

But I forced myself to concentrate on walking and ignored the quarrel coming from behind.

When I walked into our room, I suddenly found a cute pink crib in the room.

There were now a lot of soft pillows and dolls on my bed.

Seeing me standing there in a daze, Beth happily introduced it to me, "How is it? It's so adorable, right? I decorated it myself!"

Hearing this, the little hope that Gabriel cared even a little about me and my daughter finally shattered.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself about dreaming about gaining his concern.

"That's wonderful. Thank you, Beth," I said.

"No, thank you. Thank you for giving birth to this lovely little angel for the Hernandez family," she said.

Beth smiled and asked me to sit down, then took out a heavy envelope with money from her pocket.

She said, "This is the reward for you for working hard on giving birth to the baby."

I choked up, not knowing how to face her kindness.

Beth treated me almost like her own daughter in my three-year marriage with Gabriel.

The most reassuring thing in this marriage was that Beth really took good care of me thoughtfully.

"Beth, I can't take it..."

As I tried to refuse her, she took out a small red gift box and stuffed it to me. "Just take it. I also prepared a gift for the baby, too."

She took out a necklace with a stunning emerald and gave it to the baby.

This time, I didn't reject her kindness and take it for my baby since the emerald stood for a good wish for her health.

At night, while the baby was asleep, I went to the bathroom and wiped my body with warm water.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Gabriel standing beside the door.

He was holding my cell phone with an expression mixed with rage and disbelief.

And his fierce glare questioned me silently as he saw me walking out of the bathroom.

My heart skipped a beat. "Why are you looking at my phone?"

He said, "A lawyer called Eric Carter called you just now."

Hearing his forbidding words, I was startled and walked over to grab my phone.

"Why did you contact the lawyer?" he continued to question me.

His sharp eyes fell directly on me, as if he could see through what I was planning.

I didn't dodge but looked directly into his eye and said frankly, "I consulted him about divorce."

Pressing his lips, he was about to lose his temper.

He laughed sarcastically. "You want to divorce me?"