Owen froze. He really didn't know.
"But on Arna's social media, you remember what she likes to eat. You remember she takes her milk tea with less sugar. You remember she's afraid of the dark. You remember every little thing about her."
I looked straight at him, speaking slowly, clearly, "But something as small as me being allergic to roses… you never noticed."
"Stella…" Owen stumbled over his words, trying to explain, but nothing came out right. Nothing he could say mattered anymore.
"Just sign the divorce papers." I handed him the printed document.
"You leave with nothing. Our daughter stays with me. From now on, we go our separate ways."
"No! I won't agree to that!"
Owen grabbed my hand, panic written all over his face.
"I can't lose you or our daughter! Stella, just give me one
