Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

When Ivanna saw Lauren's dark expression, she nudged her shoulder and said, "Alright, don't be mad anymore. I didn't do anything, and I still have the baby."

With that sentence, Ivanna silenced Lauren completely.

Lauren looked at us, her mouth agape in shock. Then she asked me, "Is that true?"

I nodded solemnly. "She didn't go through with it. When she got on the operating table, she regretted it and called it off."

Lauren was puzzled and asked me, "Didn't you go to the hospital to ask about this?"

"I asked the medical assistant, but she didn't explain things clearly. She just said a patient named Ivanna had come in for an abortion and was done with it. I thought she had done it and had gone back, but the reality is... well, you can see what happened," I explained and chuckled.

Lauren collapsed onto the sofa, looking utterly dejected. She lay there staring at the ceiling, seemingly without hope. After a while, she said, "Let's make some food. I haven't eaten all day. Every time I open my eyes, I start looking for her. If this goes on, my blood pressure will skyrocket. Living with you is like being on a roller coaster. But the good thing is, you didn't do anything dumb."

"Let's go out to eat. There's nothing at home, and what's left isn't fresh." I suggested.

"Should we go to the supermarket?" Lauren said quietly as she struggled to get up.

"I want seafood. Can I have some?" asked Ivanna.

As I was about to respond, Lauren cut in. "What seafood? Are you for real? We're half dead because of you, and you dare say you want seafood?"

embarrassment. "I'll treat you to a meal,

to let Ivanna off the hook. "It's not about who pays. You're just too stubborn. Thankfully, you stopped yourself before doing something foolish. Otherwise, I

looked at her belly and

we say? We were all

go to Fisherman's Wharf." I

said, "I want to eat at home. It's more comfortable

then. We'll go to the seafood market, and we'll have

as Lauren softened her stance, Ivanna immediately smiled with

Lauren and I exchanged glances and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a little lost for

called Atlas to tell him what was going on so he wouldn't

and if

thinking of going to the Fisherman's Wharf, but

crowded there, and

guys wait at home. I'll get someone to buy the ingredients and send them over," Atlas

go to the supermarket," I agreed and

wrong? Don't we need to go buy the seafood

he

us Let's go to the supermarket and get some fresh