My Grandmother’s Ashes, My Wife's Divorce Paper novel Chapter 8

Just as I was about to lose it, Ava came in with a bowl of soup.

"Hangover soup I learned to make online. Try it."

The scene that unfolded was so familiar to me.

Only this time, the roles had reversed. I used to be the one doing all this.

Ava often had to entertain clients and drink, and I'd make her hangover soup when she came home.

For seven years, I never complained because I thought it was my duty as a husband to take care of her.

I loved Ava so much that I was willing to sacrifice everything—even my own self.

I'd give my life for her, and I'd do it happily.

But what did I get in return?

Haha, no matter how deep my love was, I was still just a fool.

I blocked Ava's hand with mine as she tried to pass me the bowl.

"No need."

Ava's beautiful brow furrowed, her voice sharp with frustration.

"Lucas, this is the first time I've ever taken care of someone."

"I've been bending over backward, giving you space, but you still won't be satisfied."

"Deleting and blocking your wife, that's how you handle things now? So immature."

"Why are you making things worse?"

"You never used to be like this."

I couldn't hold back my laugh.

"Ava, have you ever thought that the person who changed isn't me, but you?"

"Me?"

Ava's hand, holding the soup, trembled slightly, but she quickly understood.

"Lucas, you're pathetic. Are you going to blame Robert again?"

"You're such a petty man."

"All you do is overthink. What else can you do?"

"Do I really need to explain?"

"He's just a close friend, nothing more."

"Why are you trying to make me out to be guilty?"

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