After the Divorce, My Ex-Wife Just Can't Move On novel Chapter 1

Lucas sat at the dining table, staring at the discarded soup, overwhelmed by a deep sense of desolation.

He had carefully prepared the meal, only for Ava to dismiss it with a single comment: "The soup has too much salt."

Ava frowned and said coldly: "You can't even make soup properly."

Lucas's gaze fell, and he felt a profound sense of helplessness.

Reflecting on his five years of commitment to the Brown family, he had meticulously managed their home since marrying Ava. He worked tirelessly, handling all household responsibilities to improve their lives.

Despite his efforts, he never received Ava's true approval, and her attitude remained aloof.

Lucas quietly went to the kitchen to tidy up.

Ava watched him without remorse, feeling he was overreacting.

"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Lucas paused, turned slowly, and looked at Ava, his eyes filled with exhaustion and resignation.

"Ava, this isn't the first time. I feel like I'm just an outsider here."

Ava replied dismissively: "Outsider? This has always been my home. You should be grateful for what you've had."

Lucas felt a sharp pang. He shook his head: "Ava, I've given so much to this family, but you've never truly accepted me."

Ava said impatiently: "Enough whining. Just finish cleaning the kitchen."

Seeing her cold demeanor, Lucas's despair deepened.

"If your mom is too busy to look after you, go find Grandpa, okay?"

Then, Lucas knelt down, opened his arms, and hugged Noah tightly.

As he held his son, memories replayed in his mind like a film.

Though he hadn't carried Noah, he had worked tirelessly to raise him.

Despite this, his son remained distant.

Lucas's heart ached, but he sighed in resignation.

He knew the Brown family was influential and would ensure Noah was well cared for.