Chapter 97 Begging on His Knees

Matthew had carefully prepared everything in the house, but it was a love nest. However, they never expected me to claim it one day.

This place marked the beginning of my new life. I smiled bitterly and considered it a gift from Matthew, not to celebrate our anniversary but as a witness to our impending divorce.

Ava was thrilled when I told her this was our new home. She ran around joyfully while I was grateful for children being unaware of the pain that often burdened adults’ hearts.

As Ava drifted off to sleep that night, Matthew came over. Although he looked neat, his face was bruised from a beating. Matthew ignored Ivanna and approached me, eventually dropping to his knees. That was the second time he had resorted to begging.

I looked at him with disdain and exhaustion, saying, “If you intend to repeat your plea, stop. You can leave now.”

“Honey, please don’t say that. Where can I go? I want to be where you are—you’re my home,” Matthew pleaded like a misbehaved child. However,