As Selena nced over, Everett''s gaze flickered with a hint of longing. He was searching for the slightest trace of emotion in her eyes, hoping to find something, anything, that would tell him she cared. But in the next moment, she looked away without a second thought. Picking up a pen, she swiftly signed her name on the divorce papers. Her handwriting was neat and confident.


    Everett''s lips tightened into a thin line, bitterness spreading through him, deeper than the taste of the bitterest herb. Bradley watched, sighed, and shook his head. He had tried his best, but there was nothing more he could do.


    Selena closed the document and tossed it back onto the coffee table. Her eyes, beautiful yet sharp, spoke volumes. "Bradley, you''re not nning on giving me another fake certificate, are you?" she asked, her voice cutting. The memory of those fake divorce papers still made her blood boil. If she hadn''t thought they were real, she wouldn''t have let her guard down ande back, only to be hurt again.


    But... her hand gently rested on her slightly rounded belly, and her expression softened. The one thing she didn''t regret was having this child. Haley wasn''t just Everett''s hope; she was hers too. For the rest of her life, even if she never started a new family, having these two kids by her side would be enough. Bradley cast a quick nce at his boss. Everett''s eyes were dark and full of pain, and Bradley awkwardly adjusted his sses. "Ma''am, I promise you, everything will be handled properly," he assured her. Selena gave a slight, ambiguous smile. "Well then, I won''t keep you. I''ll see myself out." Bradley gathered up the documents quickly and made his exit, eager to escape the tension hanging between Mr. Everett and his wife.


    Everett carried his suitcase to the foyer, while Selena stayed seated, sipping her herbal tea, showing no intention of seeing him off. He paused for a moment, knowing she wouldn''te to say goodbye, before he managed to say in a hoarse voice, "Selena, take care."


    There was no response...


    Outside, Alex was already waiting by the car. She approached, took the suitcase, and ced it in the trunk Everett leaned against the car,


    at the house. The doorway empty.


    unable to resist onest t


    back


    Just as he was about to turn away, a small figure darted out. His heart skipped a beat. But it was Mateo, not Selena.


    Mateo ran over on his little legs, clinging tightly to his father''s leg, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Daddy, are you noting back once you leave?"


    Even though his mom had exined it, and he had chosen to stay with her, the reality of his dad leaving was overwhelming. Everett''s heart ached.


    He didn''t want to leave them, or the sister-to-be. But the hurt between him and Selena was too deep. He couldn''t just think of his own happiness and ignore her feelings. He crouched down, picked up his son, and gently wiped away his tears. "Mateo, you''re the man of the house now. You''ve got to look after Mommy, okay?"


    Mateo, still upset, nodded obediently, sobbing as he promised.


    Everett shared a few more words with him. Beside them, Alex, usually as tough as nails, couldn''t help but shed a tear. She had witnessed the ups and downs of Mr. Everett and his wife, hoping for a happy ending. But unfortunately, they had chosen separate paths.