Then the door was unlocked.

After that night, Fiona came to her senses and said coldly, “Ryan, I agree to marry you and be responsible wife for you.”

Hearing that, I thought a happy life was about to begin.

But at a party, I accidentally bumped into her talking to a friend.

“Fiona, don’t be ungrateful. Ryan Curtis is rich, has a great figure, and most importantly, he loves you. Just settle down and live a good life.”

Fiona smoked a cigarette and sneered.

“Yeah, he is. At first, I also had a good feeling about him, but I didn't expect that he was actually such a cheap man. When I think of the day he drugged me and forcibly pounced on me, I feel … disgusted.”

I hadn’t even figured out how to explain things to her properly when, two weeks later, she got a visa and left the country.

Ten months later, she sent our newborn daughter back home.

I took care of our daughter, Maisie, alone, while waiting for her to come back day and night.

But what I got in return was her entanglement with Asher and his daughter.

The empty villa was silent as ever. I took out my cell phone just about to call Fiona, asking when she would be back.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and Fiona coldly walked in.

She swept a glance at the sleeping Maisie and spoke carelessly, “Rielle is coming to the house to play tomorrow, so you and Maisie should leave this house.”

Meeting my confused gaze, the corner of her lips raised a smile and explained, “Rielle is more possessive and can't see other little girls calling me mom.”

I had just held my breath and finally exploded at this moment.

I laughed back in anger, “Fiona, do you even remember who your biological daughter is?

"Do you know what Maisie went through at kindergarten today?”

Fiona frowned slightly and interrupted me, “Ryan, no need to remind me about this.”

“I’m sorry about what happened at kindergarten today. But Rielle also had a parent-teacher meeting. Asher is now divorced and raising her alone—he’s too busy to manage everything."

"Besides, before I even met you, I had made a promise to Asher that I would never let him suffer."

"I’ve already married you, given you what you wanted. You can’t stop me from caring for him and his daughter. It’s something I owe them.”

Fiona threw down her jacket after saying that and went to the bathroom.

The sound of clattering water rang out, drowning out my desperate and helpless whimpers.

If I had known that after marrying her and living my life like this, I would rather die than choose to give in that night.

I smiled bitterly at the divorce agreement that I had just written on my computer.

If I had no heart, according to my character, I am afraid that I would have already mentioned divorce.

But when I thought of Maisie’s aggrieved look, I still wanted to fight a little more, did not want to let her lose her mother since she was a child.

Maisie woke up early in the morning. When she learned that her mother came back, she jumped up excitedly.

“I'm going to take the picture I just drew and show it to Mommy!”

Yeah children forget quickly. Maisie had already forgiven her mother for what happened at kindergarten yesterday.

Maisie joyfully ran downstairs.

But there, she saw Asher and Rielle in, while her mother was gently helping Rielle peel oranges.

“Mom, who are they?”

Seeing that Maisie was still at home, Fiona frowned. “Why are you still at home? Where's your dad?”

Maisie was taken aback, still carefully holding up the family portrait she had been drawing for a week.

“Mom, look! I drew our family portrait. I always want to show Mommy when Mommy come home.”

The painting was just about to be handed over when a small hand nonchalantly snatched it away.

“What a crap painting!”

Rielle stomped her foot and tore it in half.

She arrogantly crossed her arms and fiercely pushed my daughter.

“Maisie, this is my mom! Don’t you remember that your classmates say you're a child without mom? Who allowed you to call my mom as yours?!”

Seeing Maisie fall to the ground and wailed, I was instantly anxious and helped Maisie up to while staring coldly at Rielle.

“Apologize.”

Fiona tightened her brows and said unhappily, “Ryan, why are you being so mean to a little kid?”

She held Rielle in her arms without saying a word.

“I told you in advance last night that Rielle couldn't stand to see people calling me mom.”

“She's just upset and frustrated, it's not like she pushed Maisie on purpose.”

I stood firm, still insisting.

“Didn’t you see what just happened? Was that not on purpose?”

“Fiona, she just personally called Maisie a child without mom. Now tell her, does Maisie really not have a mom?”

Fiona hesitated for a few moments, but still softly coaxed Rielle without the intention of apologizing.

Asher's eyes rolled and he stepped forward to apologize with a smile.

“Mr. Curtis, I'm really sorry, Rielle grew up abroad—she’s a bit blunt and says whatever comes to her mind. Please don’t take it to heart.”

With his words, the little girl in Fiona’s arms looked even more triumphant.

“I didn't say anything wrong! The classmates have all said that Maisie is a child without mom! She's the one who robbed my mom!”

I clenched my fists and stared coldly at Fiona.

Before, when she said she had a cleanliness fetish, Maisie and I endured it and accommodated her.

She was willing to use overtime as an excuse to get involved with other men outside and I also turned a blind eye.

But now, I couldn't tolerate people calling Maisie as a child without mom.

“Fiona, I'll ask you again-”

“Is Maisie a child without a mom?”

A point of displeasure flashed across Fiona's face, but she sneered and said, “Do you really need me to explain how she became my daughter?"

"Enough. Today is Rielle’s day to play here. Don’t ruin everyone’s mood.".

Asher and his daughter watched from the side, enjoying the drama.

Fiona heartbreakingly picked up Rielle and said, “Mommy will buy you some toys, okay?”

“And Elsa's pretty dress!”

“Good.” Fiona's face was full of favor.

Watching her back as she walked away, my heart grew cold. I finally said the words I had been weighing for so long.

“Fiona, let's divorce!”

Fiona's footsteps lurched and she coldly turned back.

“Ryan, do you think this is funny?”

“If you think this can threaten me, then it's fine as you wish.”

After saying that, she left without looking back.

The corner of Asher's eyes flashed with a smirk, but he quickly suppressed it and turned back to apologize to me.

“I’m really sorry. Fiona and I are innocent. She’s just someone who values emotions and loyalty deeply. She’s been kind to me since I got divorced early and my daughter has no mother. Please don’t take it personally or let this ruin your relationship.”

Asher added my contact information before leaving, said to compensate Maisie’s broken painting.

“Asher, come on!”

Fiona holding Rielle stood outside not far away, softly shouting him.

“Coming!”

Asher chased after him with a joyful smile, and before they could go far, the sound of their conversation clearly reached my ears.

“Fiona, really? Ryan said he wanted a divorce out of anger. How could you agree so easily?”

Fiona sneered. “He used all his means to beg for this marriage, how could he possibly give up a divorce?”

“Just now he was so mean to our Rielle. What I said before was just a small punishment for him, it won't be long before he begs me to come back.”

I couldn't help but sneer.

Fiona, people change.

The Ryan Curtis who used to fight for love died.

Now for the sake of my daughter, I would choose to leave you completely.

Maisie hid in her room and cried non-stop. “Dad, all my classmates say that Mommy is Rielle's mom, but I didn't steal Mommy from her...”

Later, she fell asleep while holding a picture of Fiona, but I couldn't sleep at night.

I opened my cell phone and saw that Asher had updated a friend circle.

“Rielle finally has the missing mother's love. What belongs to us, no one can take away!”

Beneath the caption was a photo of the three of them, arms around each other, smiling warmly at the camera like a picture-perfect family.

I casually clicked a like and suddenly a message popped up on my cell phone.

Asher sent a video. I opened it to see Fiona’s beautiful face on the screen. The timestamp was from shortly after she returned to the country.

A friend asked her, “Fiona, what do you think is the happiest thing you've ever done?”

She replied nonchalantly, "Probably last week, overseas. I coaxed Rielle to sleep and then pulled Asher into the bathroom.”

Paired with the softness in the bottom of her eyes and the uproar coming from around her.

My hands and feet are cold.

Asher shared a quote in his circle of friends: Ever since we had a child, we’ve barely had time for ourselves. We can only sneak around to do this and that after Rielle falls asleep…"

I was lost in thought when Asher sent a message again.

[I'm really sorry, I just clicked the wrong one and actually sent it to you by mistake, and when I realized that, I can't withdraw it anymore.]

[But to be honest, you should also know how Fiona feels, right?]

[In the beginning, it was because you used underhanded tactics that you forced the marriage to be her husband, but in these three years abroad, she has always accompanied me and Rielle.]

“Although Rielle is not her own, Fiona is more thoughtful and considerate than Rielle’s own mother. Even if we break up, she still can't let go of me. It won't be long before we will still come back together.”

“Mr. Curtis, I know your family is wealthy and you don’t lack for women. I suggest you don’t torture yourself any further. Just bow out gracefully.”

After saying that, he sent another picture.

Rielle was in the center smiling brightly, he and Fiona kissed the girl's cheeks at the same time, it really looked like a beautiful family.

I smiled and replied to him, “Okay.”

Then I called my mom's number.

“Mom, I've made up my mind. I'm taking Maisie to settle abroad and I'll be leaving in a few days.”

My mom's surprised voice came.

“Really? But I heard that Fiona has returned to Canada. You’ve only just reunited as a family—will she agree to this?"

I smiled ruefully and bitterly.

“She couldn’t be happier.”

For the first time, I didn’t wait for Fiona to come home before going to bed, like I always did in the past.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Fiona returned.

She had just entered and frowned when she saw the darkened room.

Normally, I would leave a light on for her every time, but this time was an exception.

Not only this time, after that also no longer bother her. The whole three days, I never said a word to Fiona.

Seemingly sensing that something was wrong, Fiona came back with a gift box.

“Ryan, this is for you.”

A trace of apology crossed her face. “Rielle was out of line the other day, so I apologize to you and Maisie on her behalf.”

Saying this, she opened the gift box, inside lay an outdated watch quietly. She took it out. “I'll help you put it on.”

I didn't move to avoid it, “No need to bother.”

That watch, I had seen in Asher's circle of friends.

It was a model that he disliked as outdated and old and flirted with the idea of throwing it away.