It was Joseph.

Vera's body tensed, her gaze gradually turning towards her former spouse. She mustered a forced smile and asked, "I've heard you have a son. Congratulations! When can we finalize our divorce?"

Joseph remained silent.

His dark eyes fixated on Vera. In that instant, she appeared fragile and captivating, evoking all the beautiful memories they had shared

Their union had blossomed during their college years and they had basked in profound happiness

Joseph extracted a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, his trembling hands deftly removing one and placing it between his lips. After lighting it, he lifted his gaze and burst forth, “Vera, let us commence anew."

Vera's voice quivered.

She scoffed, "Joseph, are you jesting? How can we start afresh when we have reached this juncture?”

Having spoken those words, she felt a slight pang in her lower abdomen

Instinctively, she shielded it.

Joseph smoked his cigarette and fixed his gaze upon her hand...

He had a notion of what it might entail, yet he chose to feign ignorance. Speaking it aloud wouldn't be beneficial to either of them.

He swallowed his anger

Joseph choked on his words.

"I merely wish to reconcile with you. Pack your belongings and I'll collect you in a day."

As a man, taking this step proved arduous for him.

However... they had both made mistakes. He could forgive Vera and he believed she could forgive him as well.

Just as they conversed, Roscoe approached their vicinity.

Roscoe beseeched Rena to hold Vera securely and then he removed his coat, a sneer curling on his Lips.

"Joseph, didn't you recently become a father? You despicable scoundrel. What brings you here? Do you wish to be pummeled?"

Joseph's ire flared upon seeing Roscoe.

He regarded Roscoe as a contemptible wretch. How dare Roscoe Lay claim to Vera... and make her pregnant...