“Don’t get worked up. Once Sophia gets here, the truth will come out.”
At that moment, my parents suddenly showed up.
My father immediately confronted me:
“What the hell, Daniel? Why are you divorcing Emily? What did she ever do to you?”
My mother looked at me reproachfully, as if everything were my fault.
My mother-in-law explained quickly:
“We didn’t want to bother you, but we had no choice. Don’t worry—we won’t let Daniel divorce her.”
Hearing my mom promise that, I sighed helplessly.
My father snapped:
“You still have the nerve to sigh? A woman as good as Emily—you won’t find another even with a lantern search. And you’re still ungrateful?”
“Dad, Mom, this is my business. Stay out of it.”
I didn’t want them dragged into this mess.
But my father refused to back off, nearly slapping me on the spot.
He cursed me, demanded I apologize to Emily immediately.
My mother tried to calm things down, telling me to let it go, that couples shouldn’t hold grudges overnight.
They all tried to persuade me not to divorce.
“You don’t understand me?” I asked bitterly. “Of all people, don’t you understand me?”
If I weren’t pushed to the edge, why would I want a divorce so badly?