Late at night, I was deep asleep when my phone on the bedside table started ringing urgently. Half-asleep, I reached for it, mumbling a groggy "Hello?"
Ford's low voice came from the other end of the phone. "My stomach hurts. Where's the medicine?"
I was instantly wide awake. I glanced at the clock; it was already two in the morning.
Suppressing my anger, I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Ford, don't be ridiculous."
It was something he'd said to me countless times. Every time he got too close to Maggie and I questioned him, he would always say to me indifferently, "Nadia, don't be ridiculous."
At this moment, he seemed to realize that these words sounded familiar and fell silent.
I sighed and said calmly, "From now on, unless it's about the divorce, don't contact me. Ford, I ow
