Divorce aggrement

Rowan was taken aback by Maria's words, her mind reeling with disbelief. She had to ask for confirmation, hoping against hope that it was all a misunderstanding. "Is David... at home this morning?" she inquired, her voice trembling.

Maria nodded, her eyes widening with surprise. Breaking free from her usual reticence, she spoke hurriedly. "Yes, madam. He's been here since morning. I was just as shocked as you are. He hasn't been home for weeks, and he rarely spends a night here. He even mentioned wanting mung bean porridge, but he only had a little... By the way, madam, would you like some before you go out?"

Rowan shook her head, still trying to process the unexpected revelation. "No, thank you. I'll have it in the evening," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright," Maria responded, her earlier question forgotten.

But Rowan couldn't let go of what she had just heard. She asked Maria if everything she had said was true, still struggling to believe it.

"Yes, ma