Chapter 3
She lifted her tiny face and asked in confusion, “Daddy, I am allergic to mangoes, did you forget?”
Joaquin froze, then awkwardly took the cake to remove the fruits on top.
Watching his frantic movements, I felt extremely disgusted.
Just a few hours ago, in the picture posted by Nyla, there was this cake.
She also pretended to be worried and wrote in the comments section, “Cakes make people gain
weight, but there are people who will eat them for me. It’s a happy worry.”
My gaze fell on the gift box on the table again.
reached out and opened it, instantly, a strong scent of perfume hit my nose.
This is Nyla’s scent, she was demonstrating to me.
I could almost imagine her satisfaction when she smiled and took off the necklace.
A legally married wife had to pick up things from her as a mistress.
It was really pitiful.
I casually threw the necklace on the table and turned around to say seriously to Lia.
“Baby, what did the teacher say? What shouldn’t we eat so late at night?”
Lia responded enthusiastically, “Desserts!”
I scratched her nose and said, “Lia, you’re great! How about we don’t eat today?” Although Lia was
a little disappointed, she obediently nodded.
I held her in my arms, suppressing the tears in my eyes as we walked.
My daughter absolutely could not pick up things that other people didn’t want.
And so,
the second–hand cake and necklace were left alone on the table.
Joaquin stood still, feeling lost.
According to his thoughts, my daughter and I should gratefully accept these gifts.
And then, without hesitation, praise him generously, satisfying his vanity.
Maybe I used to be like this, but from now on, it is absolutely impossible.
“The next morning, when my daughter and I were leisurely eating breakfast, Joaquin woke up.
After he finished washing up, he made his way to the dining table and looked at me in confusion,
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asking, “Where are my hand–ground coffee and sandwich?”
Ididn’t even lift my eyelids: “I didn’t do it.”
He asked in surprise, “You didn’t do it?”
The daughter seemed to sense the urgency in his tone and immediately asked back, “Why does Mom have to do it? Mom also works, Dad can do it himself.”
I was surprised when I heard it because I had never taught my daughter to say those words.
Joaquin’s face darkened, and he looked at me with a meaningful gaze. It was evident that he suspected me of teaching his daughter.
Married for seven years, I prepared everything he needed like a servant.
But often, just because of a small mistake, he would point at my head and scold me.
Blaming me, the coffee I prepared was not authentic, and there was too much salt in the food.
Is it still considered being a woman if I can’t even cook a decent meal?
In his eyes, I was indeed a cheap servant.
But what was unusual was that he didn’t say anything this time.
I silently stood up and made myself breakfast.
When he came back, his daughter, who was eating with her head down, suddenly said, “Dad, the school is organizing a parent–child activity this afternoon. Will you go with us?”
Joaquin was very surprised, and at that moment, he urgently needed to mend his relationship with
- us.
He nodded busily and said, “Go, I want the best dad in the family.”
The daughter smiled sweetly.
I touched her head and sighed inwardly.
I just hope that he didn’t let my daughter down.
The wish eventually remained unfulfilled.
