After the Divorce, My Ex-Wife Just Can't Move On novel Chapter 5

When I got home, it was already past midnight, and I couldn't sleep.

I pulled out a notebook and started sketching a design for the shape-shifting robot I had in mind.

Before long, Ava called me from a new number.

"I just got Noah to sleep. Is he always this hard to settle?" Her tone was casual, but it annoyed me.

"Is that really why you're calling?" I asked.

There was a long pause.

I heard the flick of a lighter—she must have been craving a cigarette.

Since Noah was born, she had rarely smoked, only when she was particularly stressed or upset.

"No," she finally said, "my flowers are dying, and I don't know why. I've been changing the water when I could."

Ava was always meticulous about details, keeping high standards in every aspect of her life.

She insisted on having fresh flowers daily and had even set up a garden in the backyard, which I'd maintained for years.

"The plants in the garden are almost dead too," she added.

I rubbed my temples in frustration: "Ava, you can hire a professional florist to take care of that. Please don't keep bothering me with these minor issues."

"And what about our son's needs—are those minor issues too?" Her voice was soft, making it hard to read her mood.

Struggling to keep my irritation in check, I asked: "What's wrong with Noah?"

I attended high-tech exhibitions, met like-minded people, and enthusiastically discussed technology.

This brought me a lot of inspiration.

By the day before the competition, I had completed my project.

On the day of the event, I won first place.

The media covered my achievement, and my work was adopted for research. My alma mater invited me back to mentor younger students, which I gladly accepted.

I also decided to further my education and delve deeper into my field.

For the first time, I felt my life had true meaning.