My Ex Wants It After the Divorce novel Chapter 2

Sometimes dense can be cute, but Liana had the lethal combination of being dense and stubborn. Because of this, trouble tended to haunt the woman and the people around her. In fact, you could say that their marriage was ruined by his stubbornness and density. However, he did not expect her to be dumb enough to be unable to take care of herself, even with the large amount of alimony he had given her.

Simply put, his encounter with Liana that day left a great impact on him. Edward was lost in thought, so he didn't answer Betina's questions. Before long, the car arrived at the restaurant.

The two families were already there. Since the dinner was to discuss the nuptials, the attendees included his parents and their son, Dylan White. He had him with Liana.

The little boy was a baby when they divorced, so he was four now.

“Why don't we choose November 2 as the wedding date? It's an auspicious date and the national day of our country”. Edward's mother, old Mrs. White, said, smiling.

Betina's mother nodded happily, adding: “That's certainly because I would suggest that day too. Edward, Betina, are you two okay with the date?”

“Of course. Arrangements like these were always left in the capable hands of the parents," Betina said shyly.

“I'm fine with any date," Edward shrugged.

“So the date is set. We can concentrate fully on preparing for the wedding now. Betina, God is still good to me because you will finally be my daughter"in"law.” Said Mrs. White cheerfully as her hands clasped Betina's, and both of them smiled happily.

Betina practically grew up in front of her. She really liked Betina's personality, character and ability .

She had been haranguing Edward to bring Betina into the White Family, and finally her wish was about to come true. There was another woman at the table whose wish was about to come true and that was Betina.

Finally, Edward was within her grasp. The man would finally be hers.

At that moment, the glass of juice Dylan White was holding in his hands fell and broke. He also somehow managed to splash juice on his shirt.

“Dylan, you need to be more careful.” Mrs. White scolded lightly.

"Dylan, are you hurt?" Betina moved with a handkerchief to wipe the juice on his shirt, but he quickly ran into Edward's arms, avoiding her completely. Betina's hands dangled awkwardly in the air.

"I'm going to clean him up", Edward said as he carried his son into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Edward placed his son on the sink counter. Dylan White stared intently at his wobbling legs, his brain churning. Suddenly, he slapped Edward's hands that were wiping the juice from his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Edward said softly as he looked at his son: "You've been acting bad since the beginning of dinner, something is bothering you?" Dylan White bowed his head wordlessly.

When Edward lifted his son's face, he saw a pair of determined eyes looking at him. Edward frowned and asked: "Dylan White, tell me what's wrong.”

"I don't like Aunt Betina. " Answered his son directly, and then, he understood what was happening to Dylan.

The boy was silent, so Edward took that as a yes. “Why don't you like her?" Edward continued his line of questioning. "She's been extremely nice to you, hasn't she?”

One of the reasons Edward agreed to the marriage was because he saw how well Betina treated Dylan White. He didn't care who he married, but if he had to marry one, he might as well find one who could be a good stepmother to Dylan White.

Betina was the best candidate because her whole family approved and she was kind to Dylan. So it was a surprise to him that his son revealed that he didn't like his fiancée.

"She is nice to me because I am her son. I'm just a tool for her to get to you." Edward's face fell.

"That's not a nice thing to say.

"The truth is never good for the ears," Dylan White said with wisdom beyond his years. “You never asked my opinion about who you should marry. I'm just the extra baggage." Dylan White jumped off the counter and stormed out in a fit of rage.

"Dylan White, who taught you to talk like that to your own father? Where are your manners?" Dylan was already upset, being reprimanded only made him more taciturn.

He turned stubbornly, his eyes filled with sadness and dissatisfaction.

"Nobody taught me, I don't have a mother to teach me, don't I?" Edward was stunned... When he woke up, Dylan White was already gone.

Edward ran out to chase his son. He caught up with him at the entrance to the restaurant. He turned Dylan White around and was surprised to see tears rolling down his son's eyes.

Dylan White had always been a quiet child. He could spend an entire afternoon in silence in the company of a good book.

He was in every sense of the word, an exemplary child. He was not given to fits and childish outbursts.

His behavior today was definitely out of the ordinary. This was also the first time Edward had seen his son so upset.