If You Want Me

While washing her face and brushing her teeth, Consuela tried to recall her school days. But she couldn't remember the man outside.

She raised her head and looked at the woman in the mirror. Her face was wet with water. It was obvious that she was a little fat.

Consuela didn't deny that she wasn't a breathtakingly beautiful woman. As a result, she wasn't considered beautiful or charming.

She raised her hand and pinched her face, and looked at the person in the mirror. She seemed to think that her look was a little silly, and burst into laughter suddenly.

"You are a coward, Consuela,"

The words she said from the bottom of her heart sounded in her ears for a long time, until her eyes began to turn red.

She was a real wimp.

She was afraid of the man outside, so she had an impulse to stay in the bathroom all the time. That was because she was afraid that things were really the same as she imagined, so she did not carefully look for the answer of what had happened.

She is a mother now, but she is still so shameless and let herself look down on herself.

'How can you be such a coward? !'

Consuela took a deep breath and said in a calm voice, "Don't give up easily. It's not a big deal if you find out the truth. All you can do is to get the divorce certificate from your husband as soon as possible. And now, since you're in such a situation, you don't have to fight for the custody of your children anymore."

But now, it seemed that he was right for her.

Bang! Bang! Bang

The frosted glass door of the bathroom was suddenly clapped, dispelling the emotions that she had just prepared.

Consuela stared at the door, lost in thought. She cleared her throat and coughed. The man knocking at the door must have heard it. Now that she had come to her senses, he didn't continue knocking.

r babies was taken away unwittingly...

When she was immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that Tristan was still sulking, hoping that Consuela could coax him.

But Tristan, who was not in the mood to eat anything, suddenly looked up at her. When he saw the woman in front of him frowning and sad and pursing her lips into a thin line and the corner of her mouth curved down, the fire in his chest disappeared in an instant.

He stopped eating, raised his eyebrows and stared at her, half smiling. "What's wrong? I'm not mad at you. You did the wrong thing, but you are angry."

It was he who bought the breakfasts. He cooked it himself. But she disliked it. She felt more aggrieved, although he hadn't turned his back on her.

Blinking her eyes, Consuela said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I always talk nonsense. I know what I said is wrong. Please don't take it to heart..."

With a false smile on his face, Tristan replied, "Of course I won't take it to heart, or I'll feel awful."

Although he said so, his face was full of anger, which seemed that he almost wanted to write some evil words on it.

Tristan gave a brittle laugh, and Consuela turned her head, embarrassed.

"Why are you sad?"