No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Can We Not Divorce

Lenora felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her nose as tears clouded her eyes. An unprecedented sense of oppressive bitterness overwhelmed her heart.

She had never seen Zachary so gentle. In three years of marriage, his demeanor toward her had always been indifferent.

She often comforted herself, convincing herself that he was just that kind of person.

She had told too many lies until she started to believe them.

Now, she saw it clearly. He was capable of acting tenderly, but only in front of another woman.

They passed by her car, but he didn't even notice it. After all, he never paid any attention to her, let alone her car.

“Mrs. Fuller, you're back. For dinner, what would you...”

Miranda glimpsed tears in Lenora's eyes. Before she could finish her question, Lenora went into her room directly. She dared not ask questions.

Drained of strength, Lenora leaned against the door. Her throat felt sour and bitter.

She had endured it all day, but now she couldn't hold back. Her vision quickly blurred as tears filled her gaze, streaming down her cheeks.

Her heart ached a lot. It was painful.

Having experienced the bitterness of growing up in a single-parent family after her parents got a divorce, she didn't want her baby to suffer the same fate.

Alas, she didn't know what to do now.

After a while, the housekeeper cautiously knocked on the bedroom door. “Mrs. Fuller, it's time for dinner.”

After a moment, Lenora grunted in response half-heartedly and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

When she came out, she suddenly remembered Zachary's message.

He said he brought her a gift from his business trip.

What could it be?

Lenora went to the closet, found his suitcase, and opened it.

It was an album signed personally by her favorite foreign singer, not any jewelry.

Lenora embraced it as hope rose in her initially desolate heart.

At least, he remembered what she liked and remembered to bring her a gift.

I'm not a complete failure, right?