Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Chapter 68

I stared coldly at the man in front of me, eager to know where he derived his confidence and arrogance from after what he had done to Rollo and me.

Enzo observed my reaction, chuckled lightly, and acted as if what he said was blatantly obvious. "So, Rollo must have told you, the little one must be quite curious about it. Do you have an explanation for him? You know, even though Rollo is just a child, he should understand what kind of woman his mother is, right?"

He spoke as if he were shifting all the responsibility onto me and making it my fault that everything had turned out this way. "Me? How am I as a woman? Did you tell him that one day I would abandon him for love? Are you out of your mind, Enzo? I've wanted to distance myself from you, from crazies like you, so many times. Why can't you leave me be?"

Enzo glared at me, and after hearing what I said, the smile on his face faded, replaced by a cold look in his eyes. Enzo's emotions and attitude were unusually volatile, and I had known that ever since we lived together. Just saying something that displeased him would quickly change his demeanor and expression.

He coldly retorted, "Do you even know what kind of woman you are yourself? I was just telling the truth to my son, how you abandoned me and our daughter, how you hid the truth about Rollo's parentage, how you lived with another man. I was—" Enzo hadn't finished his sentence when I lost my patience.

I slammed my hand down on the table, creating a loud noise that made Enzo stop. I laughed painfully and felt exhausted. In the end, I was still a selfish person in the eyes of this man, and now, in the eyes of my son as well.

"We're divorced! I'll say it again, WE ARE DIVORCED! You are no longer my husband, you are my ex-husband, and you are the father of my children. Besides that, you are nothing. You have no right to control and pry into my life. Not now, not in the future!" I raised my voice, not knowing how many times I had to say it for the man in front of me to understand. I had no more feelings for him; more accurately, he had killed that love.

Enzo has no right to demand love and care from me; I don't feel like I've done anything wrong. The only thing that made me feel guilty was when I decided to leave without saying goodbye to our daughter, Min.

I took a deep breath, my excitement causing my heart to suddenly race, making me uncomfortable. "Do you understand, Enzo? We are divorced!"

He calmly replied, his tone steady and unruffled, without a hint of excitement, "We are not divorced, nor have we ever been, in the past, the present, or the future. I haven't divorced you either. Furthermore, since we are not divorced, your living with someone else is considered infidelity." In the face of my agitation and anger, Enzo didn't seem surprised at all, as if he had anticipated my reaction.

I'm not sure if Enzo lost his memory during the time we accepted the divorce. Currently, he still believes, or rather, insists that we are not divorced.

But I don't think he has amnesia. With Enzo's personality and his domineering nature, if he had discovered my infidelity, he would have surely killed me instead of allowing me to sit here and talk with him.

"You still seem obsessed with me, don't you? After all the things you've done just to keep me tethered to you? But don't you feel shameless for exploiting a child?" I chuckled mockingly. If I were to say I ended this marriage, it was Enzo who ignited the fuse to turn everything sour.

Enzo and I were never meant to be from the same world; we came from different backgrounds and different worlds. Enzo liked novelty, and I was one of those novelties, which is why we got married in the first place.

I was tired of his empty excuses and pointless justifications. If I didn't put an end to it, things like this would continue to repeat, and it seemed like Enzo had no intention of letting me go.

Enzo laughed lightly, a sinister and cruel gleam hidden behind his smiling face as he stared directly at me. "When you left my house, do you remember what I told you?"

This question reminded me of the day I left with Rollo, a rainy day with a gloomy sky. Enzo's expression at the time was just as somber and menacing, but I deliberately avoided and forgot it. "Why bring that up? I invited you here for the sole reason of keeping my son away from you. I never wanted to do this before because you're Rollo's father, and I didn't want to be the one to tear you two apart. But now I've had a change."

"Even if you want to, you can't change it. In the time to come, you just enjoy doing whatever you want. Because your time is running out, our family will be together again." Enzo said, his words carrying a sense of amusement, not at all friendly but more like a warning and a premonition. Enzo stood up and left, this time he didn't insist on me going with him as he had done before.

I hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? Hey!" His words held too many meanings that left me confused.

But Enzo didn't turn back, he walked out of the café without even a glance back at me. I noticed Taylor standing outside, ready to go. When she and I made eye contact, Taylor smiled warmly and quickly got into the car.

The car drove away, leaving me feeling regretful. I still wanted to ask Enzo about what he said.

"What does he mean, after all?" I mumbled softly, remembering Enzo's cold and ominous expression on that rainy day that unconsciously made me shiver and pale.

The waitress approached and asked, "Are you okay?"

I quickly reassured her, "I'm fine," and then I remembered Rollo, who was probably still angry at home. I wanted to soothe his anger and took this opportunity to make amends.

"Help me pack a small cake. That one, right there..." I pointed to a beautifully decorated and simple chocolate cake.

Thinking of my son improved my mood significantly, but Enzo's words continued to linger in my mind. He said I didn't have much time left, and I couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.

Rollo was sitting and watching TV, and when he saw me, he quickly ran away. I shouted loudly, "Stop right there, you're not allowed to run."

Rollo froze in surprise and stood still, not daring to move, which made me chuckle. I sighed; after all, Rollo was just a child who followed the instructions of adults and imitated them.

"Today, I met Enzo, and he admitted that what you said was completely untrue. Now, tell me, what's going on?" I asked seriously, looking straight into Rollo's eyes. It was time for me to assert my authority as a mother.

Rollo seemed skeptical or stared at me for a long time as if he were trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. "Why, don't you believe me?" I asked.

"Mom, you lie, my dad said something like that, and..."

"And do you really believe what he said?" I continued. "Alright, you're still too young to fully understand these things; it's not like the stories in the books you like to read. It's very complicated and difficult to resolve. Promise me that even if you meet Enzo, you won't listen to anything he says."

I in front of Rollo, wanted the boy to make that promise. In my heart, I cursed Enzo, thinking, "Don't blame me too much; if there's blame, blame you are the shameless one."

Rollo was confused by my words, he lowered his head without responding, and suddenly burst into tears, vigorously shaking his head.

"Alright, don't cry anymore. If you don't want to promise, Mom won't make you promise anymore," I sighed, thinking that making a promise should have been simple for a child. Little did I expect that it would make Rollo cry so much. While I thought it was because he didn't want to promise me, he said, "I... I can't promise..."