I Transmigrated And Got A Husband And A Son

12. Fine

No matter which angle Dominic looked at it, what Miriam said was impossible. Heaven? Cooking for him and his son? Ridiculous.

She would rather kill herself than offer them a glass of water.

That was how terrible Heaven's reputation was and no one could blame Dominic for doubting Miriam. He knew Miriam wished nothing but the best for their little family. But then again, he knew Miriam wouldn't lie about such a thing.

Dominic silently watched Heaven eat her food from the side of the bed. She was already awake when he returned to the hospital, and now, eating her food quietly.

'Why is he here again?' Heaven could feel her head throb, forcing herself to swallow the porridge under his intense gaze.

Heaven turned her head a little to the other side to avoid his eyes. How could she eat properly or enjoy her food if someone was looking at her as if he was wishing for her to choke?

Not to mention, this prolonged silence between them was suffocating. Silence for the new Heaven used to be so precious as it was rare. However, this type of silence just felt heavy, not peaceful.

'Anyway, why am I so scared?' She realized, knitting her brows. 'I am already desperate. Doing nothing will not help nor treading on eggshells will change his mind.'

Heaven slowly straightened her back and turned her head in his direction. Dominic was still looking at her. His eyes were fixed on her, deep in thought, but conscious enough to know she was returning his gaze.

'Oh, he's not glaring!' Heaven realized. 'He's just looking. Just… looking.'

A part of her face twitched. Dominic was just looking without any intention of looking away. With that divine face of his and those beautiful deep eyes that seemed they could see through a person's soul, she couldn't help but have the urge to hide.

He might find out he was her type!

"Are you going to say something?" Her voice was coarse, making her sound cold and weak.

"Once you finish your meal."

'Damn it!' Heaven mentally gasped as her brain went overdrive, thinking about what this man wanted to discuss. 'Don't tell me he will still push through the divorce?!'

Despite keeping her unchanging front, she was mentally beating herself up. How would she divert his attention? What sort of reaction was required at this point?

The current Heaven was never in such a complicated situation. The situations she faced in her previous life included life-and-death situations. However, this was different. Truly and undoubtedly different.

Heaven hung her head low, staring at the porridge. 'Well, if you're going to let me finish first, I hope you're ready to spend the entire day here!' she ate slowly, even slower than before.

Meanwhile, Dominic was patient. He took her slow action as normal, only to notice she was chewing the porridge.

'Is she stalling time?' he wondered, but he immediately got rid of that thought. 'It's probably just my imagination.'

There was no way Heaven would stall time, especially if she was aware they were still in the middle of discussing their divorce. If there was one person who would be happy about their separation, it would be her.

Minutes had gone by until those minutes turned into an hour. Heaven was still not finished even when the porridge turned cold.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Dominic asked. It had been an hour and yet, she hadn't finished her food. He assumed she was hurt somewhere.

'No, I am not. I am perfectly fine,' was what she answered sarcastically in her mind, but bit her tongue.

Heaven raised her head, facing him squarely. "No. I'm alright. Do you want to continue where we left off this morning?"

"Finish your food —"

"If we don't discuss it now, don't bring it up again." Her countenance was plain, holding his gaze without any sign of looking away. "So, where are we again?"

There was a moment of silence after her remarks with the two of them staring at each other. Her coldness and lack of concern about their divorce proved she wanted this.

'Miriam might've misheard her yesterday,' he thought, throwing all unnecessary thoughts at the back of his head.

"I sent the divorce papers to the legal team to add more conditions. They will send it back tomorrow morning." Dominic raised his chin a little, looking at her squarely. "If you have additional conditions or if you have questions, just tell me. I'll do my best to compromise. After all, all I want is the custody of my son. I'm giving you visitation rights, but that is all."

"Let's forget each other and move on with our lives, Heaven," he added, but this time, his voice laced with coldness. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Heaven held her breath, assessing his countenance. He was determined, she thought. This man had already made his decision before bringing this up to her.

Heaven gulped, rocking her head in understanding. "I see," came out a reply under her breath, lowering her eyes to the almost finished porridge.

'I can't blame this man,' she told herself. 'He married a selfish woman. Staying with her for the past five years was already incredible. It would be too unfair to hold on to him when he finally mustered the courage to break this family after trying to keep it together.'

"You'll receive monetary compensation and a few real estates so you can start anew," continued Dominic without any hesitation. "If you don't have any questions, then I'll send the new divorce papers to you first thing in the morning."

Another wave of silence descended on the room as neither of them followed his last remarks. Dominic had said his piece while Heaven could only accept it. No matter how reluctant she was, she couldn't just be selfish.

Perhaps this was fate. She was probably not meant to be a wife and a husband; it was probably not time yet.

'This leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, though.' Heaven let out a deep exhale, keeping her eyes down. When she smacked her lips, she lifted her head to face him. "Just send me over so I can sign them."