Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 626

Theo stood at the entrance of the villa the whole time, his gaze looking so complicated that I found it hard to read.

The car drove far away but he remained rooted to the same spot. His tall and slender body was further obscured by the cold and fine drizzle.

I withdrew my gaze, looking down at the divorce papers in my hands.

"Is there really no room for change between the two of you?" Jerome asked, his voice warm and tender.

I cast my eyes down at the divorce papers in my hands and said in a bitter tone, "Jerome, some things may have passed but they'll always be there. Like a thorn, they'll prick you from time to time, causing you t o bleed non-stop."

How was I supposed to let this go?

From the moment the child died, up until learning about Cecilia's death, I had been searching for an excuse for myself. I had blamed Petra for everything, putting all my resentment and displeasure on her. I convinced myself time and time again to ignore Theo's role in it.

I told myself that he was innocent. There was nothing

he could do about the child, nor could he have done anything about Cecilia's death. Even the part about him taking care of Cindy, I told myself over and over again that he was only doing it out of duty and obligation.

I was not that petty and could accept all these things. As long as he was good to me and cared about me, none of this would matter.

Though not once did I ever think that all of this was a mistake knowingly caused by him. He knew full well that Petra and Grayson were my biological parents. I did not blame him for not telling me, nor did I resent him for swapping Cindy's and my DNA reports.

I just could not stand the fact that he knew Petra was my mother yet still watched coldly as she hurt me.

He could have let me go in the beginning. I mentioned divorce, and if he had agreed to have a divorce in the beginning, I would have taken the child and Cecilia to another city. I would have given birth to him there and never appeared in front of him again!

It might be tough for two women to raise two children together, but at least things would not have turned out this way.