“How dare you say my daughter was unlucky? Her only misfortune was having a father like you! If it weren’t for you, she never would’ve been kidnapped. So technically, you killed her!”
“Shannon,” he said, voice cold as ice, “you’d better delete that post right now and publicly apologize to Vania. If you don’t, I’ll divorce you.”
In the past, every time we argued, he’d threaten me with divorce. And every time, I gave in.
But not this time. I would never let the people who killed my daughter walk free.
“You don’t have to bring it up. I’ve already filed for it. The papers will be on your desk soon enough.”
There was a pause, then he gave a mocking laugh. “You think you can scare me? If you dare to divorce me, I’ll eat my hat. So you’d better apologize now or you’ll be getting a defamation lawsuit from Vania before anything else.”
Then he hung up.
Not long after, there was a knock at my door, and Max’s superior stood there.
I live in the family housing compound, where many of the team leaders stay.