Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott)

Hearing this, Louis immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Violet, are you saying that you heard me tell you with your own ears that I wanted a divorce?"

When did he ever say such a thing?

Even if he was sleepwalking, he couldn't have said such things!

"Sure."

Violet broke away from his hand, "On the island, I called you and you told me yourself that you wanted to divorce me, I couldn't have heard you wrong."

Thinking about how much her heart hurt when she heard those words, Violet's mood got a few points worse.

Louis' sword eyebrows knitted together, "Impossible, I never got a call from you, let alone said I was divorcing you."

What the hell is going on here?

How come he doesn't remember answering Violet's phone?

The events of that day were repeatedly recalled in my mind.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Honey, I get it, it's Esther who's in on it. She learned voice imitation in school."

This must be the case.

That day on the island, Esther was there.

He left the room after being angered by Esther and forgot his phone.

It must have been around that time that Violet called.

And Esther then imitates his voice and says she wants to divorce Violet.

This woman, damn it!

Looking at Louis' excited look, Violet didn't know whether to believe him or not.

"Is that really true? Esther is in your control now, so you'll find a scapegoat instead."

Hearing this, Louis was a little helpless.

"Violet, don't you believe me?"

"Am I supposed to believe you?" Violet sneered.

Louis sighed slightly in his heart and reached out to hold her shoulders, "Honey, it's my fault that you've lost faith in me. Can you give me one more chance, I will prove that I love you." He didn't want to explain anything further.

The only way to prove that he loves her more than he loves himself is by his actions.

"No, you'd better go back, I don't want to see you."

Violet hardened her heart, shook off Louis' hand, and let Amy help her to see the baby.

Louis didn't get angry, but gave Amy a look to duck, then a plunge and picked Violet up horizontally.

Violet's cry of surprise was suppressed, and her hand subconsciously encircled his neck.

"Louis, you put me down."

"Honey, you just gave birth, your qi and blood are still weak, let me serve you."

Louis decided to put on a thicker skin and, despite Violet's objections, carried her to the outside of the NICU before carefully setting her down.

Violet gave him a hard stare and tried to curse twice.

But when she touched his smiling eyes, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.

One can only roll one's eyes and drop one's eyes on the newborn in the custody room.

Inside lie countless little lives.

Violet's hand climbed on the clear glass window and asked impatiently, "Where is my son?"

Louis came a little closer, reached out and wrapped his arms around her, and pointed to one of the places.

"There it is, see? Our son is number thirty-eight."

Violet looked in the direction of his finger and saw number thirty-eight.

The little one is lying quietly in the nursery, not crying and not making a fuss.

Violet's heart softened a piece, thinking of the pain she felt when she gave birth to him, but now think of the pain and joy.

Her nose was inexplicably sore, she sniffled and hastily looked up and blinked to keep her tears from falling.

Seeing this, Louis hurriedly wiped away her tears, his eyes full of pity.

"Honey, you've suffered."