We Divorced Once, I’ll Never Let Him Return

The day I took my daughter for a check-up, Diego Powell, who had been away on a business trip for several days, came to pick us up.

As soon as he saw us, he pulled both me and our daughter into his arms.

A faint, unfamiliar scent clung to him, brushing past my nose.

Our daughter nestled against his chest, giggling as she played with him.

I watched them with a smile until we got into the car.

That was when I saw the woman seated in the back.