Before marrying Silas, I owned a small apartment of my own. It wasn’t large at just over 80 square meters, but it was enough for Yael and me to live comfortably.
After tidying up the space a bit, I gently coaxed Yael to sleep.
I had assumed Silas would act swiftly, and that the divorce papers would be in my hands in no time. However, over half a month passed without a word from him.
Then, one day, Silas unexpectedly showed up at my door. Yael and I had just returned from the hospital when I saw him standing there, an abrupt and unwelcome figure.
Although Yael’s therapy sessions hadn’t fully restored his previous cheerfulness, he was now able to chat and laugh with me, even if his speech still carried a slight stutter at times.
The moment we recognized Silas, both of our smiles disappeared.
Leaning against the doorframe, Silas fixed his gaze on Yael. “Yael, aren’t you going to say hello to Daddy?”
Lowering his head, Yael timidly murmured, “Hello, Daddy.”
It was Silas’s first time visiting this apartment. As he stepped inside and looked around, his brows immediately furrowed. “This is where you’re living with Yael? When are you planning to come back?” He made no mention of the divorce.
“We’re doing just fine here. Yael’s happy too.”
An awkward silence stretched between us, the tension palpable. I could sense the irritation radiating from him.
Since he refused to bring it up, I decided to confront it myself. I wasn’t about to pretend nothing had happened. “Have you drafted the divorce agreement yet?”
