“How could you not know?” My wife’s voice cracked as she turned on Vivienne. “On the surface, you’re just the poor student he sponsors. In reality, you’re his mistress. Don’t think I don’t know.”
The words sliced through me. For decades, I had kept my vows—never raising my voice, caring for her through everything, cooking, cleaning, holding her through sickness. And this… this was what I got in return.
“Vivienne!” My son-in-law’s face twisted with rage. “You scheming slut! Give back our family’s property, or I’ll destroy you!”
My daughter glared at me. “Dad, you abandoned your family for a mistress, didn’t you? You’re just going to watch your grandson die?”
My son kicked the chair aside, his voice cracking with fury. “How could you do this? Is this how you treat your own family?”
The livestream erupted. The office around us buzzed with venom.
“Ungrateful old man! Using the house your kids bought to keep a mistress? Disgusting!”
“Lustful old geezer, greedy little tramp—perfect match!”
“An old man who abandons his wife and kids deserves to be hit by a car. Makes me sick!”
The insults blurred together until my head spun.