Chapter 146

The remaining part of the afternoon was devoted to engaging in a game of Monopoly alongside my daughters. Once we departed from Jane's place, we made a stop at a Chicke store, where we indulged in a delectable assortment of crispy drumsticks, French fries, and sodas.

Despite my earnest attempts to immerse myself in the game and entertain my girls, my thoughts incessantly veer towards Noah, compelling me to repeatedly glance at my phone in anticipation of a call or text message. Why hasn't he returned my call?

Is he incredibly occupied to the extent that he cannot spare a mere minute or two to reach out and inquire about my well-being and the well-being of my daughters? I am aware that he leads a highly demanding life, but it seems implausible that anyone could be so occupied as to be incapable of sparing even 30 seconds to send a text message, at the very least. Is he deliberately avoiding me? What could be the reason behind his avoidance? And why am I so deeply affected by his silen