I could see that the red marks on the neck of the woman I’d risked my life to marry were especially glaring under the restaurant’s lighting. They weren’t mosquito bites at all, but rather, kiss marks left behind from passionate sex.
As I turned to leave, my mother-in-law’s triumphant voice rang out across the room.
"My daughter is an amazing woman! Do you think she won’t find someone better? As for people like you, older, divorced and useless, who would want you after leaving my daughter?"
"Even your own daughter doesn’t want you. You’re fated to live a lonely life!"
My parents’ echoing apologies were even more humiliating.
"Mr. and Mrs. Moon, it’s our fault for not raising our son properly. If he insists on divorcing Miranda, we’ll pretend we never had him! From now on, we only recognize Miranda as our daughter!"
The night breeze was cool, but it was unable to wash away the burning on my face. The sting from Miranda’s slap still lingered, but it meant nothing compared to my heartache. When I reached the entrance of my apartment complex, the security guard stopped me.
"Mr. Lewinsky, I’m sorry, but Miss Moon said you’re not allowed to enter."
I stood stunned.