That icy, penetrating gaze sent shivers down Ranita's spine, making her heart feel as though it had plunged into the depths of an icy cave. It took her a moment to snap out of it when the phone was handed to her.
"Come on, Ranita, you can't let him get to you like this," she thought to herself, berating her own weakness. "I'm stronger than this."
Her focus returned to the message on the phone screen, a message from Dylan. "You live with Dylan?" he asked.
"I've made some soup for you; when are you coming home?" The message was accompanied by a carefully taken picture.
A lump formed in Ranita's throat, and her breath caught in her chest. She couldn't tell if it was because of the pregnancy or the emotional turmoil, but she struggled to control her feelings. A sour taste lingered, and she felt the urge to vomit.
For the first time, Ranita stood up to Brendon. "Is that a problem?" she responded defiantly, her head held high, trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart. "I'm still young, Brendon. I can't be expected to spend my life as a widow after our divorce."
"We agreed to part ways amicably," she added, still trying to justify her actions.
But when Brendon heard these words, his heart ached inexplicably, as if he were immersed in acid, his mind buzzing with chaotic thoughts.
"Dylan has been wonderful to me," Ranita continued, her eyes welling up with bittersweet tears. "Not only is he an excellent cook, but he also has a great sense of humor that keeps me laughing. He's by my side, taking care of me. There's no one else in the world like him."
"Ranita..." Brendon's inexplicable pain deepened.
Ranita had a new life now, filled with shared meals, walks, and even a shared bed with Dylan, resulting in a number of adorable children. In an instant, Brendon's heartstrings snapped.
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