When a grown-up breaks down, they bawl. Their emotions erupt out of them in a split-second.
Melanie could not even spare enough mind to the fact that her daughter was standing right next to her—she dropped to her soles into a pitiful crouch and bawled, howling in grief and agony, all the while a part of her reminded herself that she had not wanted to cry at all.
In the late evening, Melanie prepared a sumptuous meal for the family and texted Alejandro, telling him to come home for dinner.
She had already finalized her divorce agreement; Melissa’s custody would go to Alejandro, since Melanie did not know if she would have a destination to go or an abode to stay. It would be fine—Alejandro had always treated her daughter with utmost love and care. He could be bad to the entire world, but he would never be so to his kid. Letting Alejandro raise Melissa was not a bad choice at all.
The clock was close to nine at night. The food was losing their last remnant of warmth. It was then that Alejandro finally came home.
Melanie had deliberately donned the dress she had put on the first time she met Alejandro face-to-face: the same vermillion dress with a halter neckline formed from its straps, and the same effortful, carefully-done make-up. She would suppress her tears for tonight, she decided.
It would end the way it started.
Alejandro was blasé to it all. His eyes hardly lingered on her before marching to the dining table and taking his seat.
He left his fork and knife untouched. “What is it?”
He must have forgotten all about it, Melanie realized. He did not remember the red dress; did not remember their first meeting.
Her lips curled into a slight smile as she gently pushed the divorce agreement forward. “Give it a read. If you find no problem in it, please sign here.”
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