Selena’s POV
Just like what Selena wanted. We shopped and went to the massage spa. We're both lying on our stomach while the female attendants are massaging our backs.
“You know what, sooner I’ll build you a statue for being the saint of the martyr population in the whole world. Gosh! I can’t get you,” Selena said, rolling her eyes.
She's always like this so I’m not offended. I chuckled and shook my head, “There's nothing wrong with what I did, Selena.”
“Nothing wrong!” She seemed to be more stressed out now than earlier. “You forgive your cheating husband—”
“Ex-husband,” I corrected.
“—ex-husband, then and you even organized the meeting of your daughter with his bastard. Argh! I can’t…I can’t stomach what you did.”
I sighed, “Selena, I don’t want to involve the chil
