On the other end of the line, my father sighed. He only told me to think it through before making a decision. But I already knew that there was no going back between me and Stanley.
I stared at my phone, showing the “divorce registration” notifications for the 99th time.
“She made a mistake, that’s all. Tell her to be more careful next time.”
“She’s got a lot on her plate. It’s normal to mess up sometimes.”
“Don’t pick on a young girl. I’ve already reminded her about it.”
Those were what he always told me. But every single one of those mistakes came with an excuse, and every excuse was Stanley covering for his secretary, Darlene Perkins.
My eyes burned, and my chest ached like needles were stabbing me.
Just as I put my phone away, Stanley stormed out of his office.
“All this fuss over something so trivial, and you even dragged our parents into it?” His brows furrowed as he glared at me. “Avery, when are you going to grow out of this spoiled princess act?”
His words were sharp and full of accusation.
I was about to snap back when I suddenly felt a tug on my arm. Turning around, I saw it was his secretary, Darlene.