&quot;Baba, besides paying my respects, I also want to tell you that I’m getting a divorce.&quot;

 &quot;Baba, I know you must be shocked to hear this. On All Souls’ Day, I was still telling you how good he was to me, how he was your perfect son-in-law. Just a few months have passed, and now we’re parting ways. Do you think it’s ridiculous? Honestly, I think it’s ridiculous too. Since the moment he brought up the divorce, I’ve felt lost. How did we get here? How did we end up at the point of divorce…?&quot;

 &quot;If someone had told me on All Souls’ Day that a few months later I’d be divorcing Alexander, I would’ve never believed it...&quot;

 &quot;I loved him so much. How could I divorce him? But this is really happening...&quot;

 &quot;It’s a long story, and I don’t even know where to begin. Baba, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a grandfather. If you’re watching over me, please b

I carefully explained everything that had happened.

 It matched the footage from the security cameras.

 The male officer was taking notes as I spoke. &quot;So, based on your assessment, the two cars were deliberately targeting you. Are you sure you don’t recognize the driver of the black car?&quot;

 &quot;Absolutely sure,&quot; I replied.

 &quot;What about the driver of the white car? Did you get a good look at his face?&quot;

 &quot;No. He was far behind me. I saw him twice in the rearview mirror when I changed lanes, but he was too far away for me to make out any details.&quot;

 &quot;I understand,&quot; the officer said, trying to reassure me. &quot;Don’t worry. We’re already working on identifying the suspect. It shouldn’t take long to track them down.&quot;

 With cameras everywhere, there’s no way they can hide.

 &quot;Thank you,&quot; I said.

 &quot;You can contact your fa

When I heard the word &quot;cooking,&quot; I froze for a moment.

 In my mind, I couldn’t connect Alexander with cooking.

 &quot;Vivienne, you don’t know this, but actually, Alexander is pretty good in the kitchen. When he was in college, he lived alone and became quite the cook. He would often cook for me,&quot; Isabella said, clearly trying to provoke me, her voice dripping with intent to hurt.

 I knew exactly what she was doing, but it still stung.

 If a man is willing to cook for the person he loves, it’s a clear sign of how much he cares.

 But in our three years of marriage, Alexander had never once cooked for me. I didn’t even know he could cook.

 I had heard that cooking could strengthen a couple’s bond, and even though we had a professional chef at home, I’d tried my hand at it sometimes, but Alexander never once helped me.

 That’s the difference between love and indifferen

&quot;Baba, besides paying my respects, I also want to tell you that I’m getting a divorce.&quot;

 &quot;Baba, I know you must be shocked to hear this. On All Souls’ Day, I was still telling you how good he was to me, how he was your perfect son-in-law. Just a few months have passed, and now we’re parting ways. Do you think it’s ridiculous? Honestly, I think it’s ridiculous too. Since the moment he brought up the divorce, I’ve felt lost. How did we get here? How did we end up at the point of divorce…?&quot;

 &quot;If someone had told me on All Souls’ Day that a few months later I’d be divorcing Alexander, I would’ve never believed it...&quot;

 &quot;I loved him so much. How could I divorce him? But this is really happening...&quot;

 &quot;It’s a long story, and I don’t even know where to begin. Baba, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a grandfather. If you’re watching over me, please bless my baby and let it be born safely… I still love him. I’ve loved him for ten years, and we’ve be

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