After My Fiancée Cheated on Me, I Asked for a Divorce Chapter 2

Watching Essie cut the peeled apple into small pieces and feed them to Kermit, I couldn't take it anymore.

I said, "Essie, choose one—me or Kermit."

Essie didn't even look up, sounding a bit annoyed. "Ervin, don't be childish. I'm already dealing with enough."

Kermit looked at me with a mocking gaze, as if to say Essie's choice was obvious.

I closed my eyes, turned around, and left the hospital.

That evening, I got a call from Essie's mother. Before I could say anything, she spoke in a dissatisfied tone. "Why haven't you two come back yet? Didn't you say you'd come home for dinner after getting the certificate? Her father and I have been waiting, but we haven't seen either of you."

I calmly asked, "Essie hasn't come home yet?"

Of course, I knew the answer. Whenever she was with Kermit, she never remembered the time.

Essie's mom was surprised. "What? Essie isn't with you? Ervin, did you do something to upset her? Let me warn you, we agreed to the marriage, but you can't mistreat our Essie. Her father and I won't stand for it."

I patiently listened to her rant and threats, then sighed. "Mrs. Parrish, Essie and I didn't get the certificate. We've broken up."

Ending this relationship wasn't a rash decision. I realized that no matter how much I did, I couldn't move someone who didn't love me.

That night, I drank alone until I blacked out. When I woke up, I found myself lying in my bed.

The air was filled with the enticing smell of food. Rubbing my temples, I walked to the living room and saw a bowl of steaming oatmeal on the table.

In the kitchen, Mable Wyatt was washing dishes.

Mable and her parents lived upstairs. We had been childhood friends and remained close over the years. But after I started dating Essie, I kept a distance from female friends to respect her feelings. I hadn't kept in touch with Mable much in recent years.

Seeing me awake, Mable dried her hands and walked over to explain, "When I got home last night, I saw you sleeping by your door, and the keys were on the ground. So, I took the liberty of bringing you inside."

I scratched my head, feeling embarrassed, and thanked her.

Mable advised, "Don't drink too much. You know your stomach can't handle it. Have the oatmeal while it's still warm. I'll head back now."

She opened the door but stopped at the entrance.