"No! I don’t want Mom and Dad to get divorced! I don’t want to be laughed at for being that kid!"
She turned to look at my dad for help, realizing that he must’ve slipped out earlier just to brainwash her and bring her in at the right time.
"Anthony, you’re a father now. You have to think about your child. Don’t be so selfish."
My father’s words hit me like a hammer, piercing straight into my already shattered heart. He could choose to live blindfolded and play the cuckold. But I wasn’t going to keep lying to myself. That was my freedom, too.
I squatted down and tried to lift Olive, but she scratched and bit me like a panicked little animal.
"You’re a bad dad! The worst dad!"
"Anthony, that’s enough."
Ralph suddenly cut in, grabbing my arm with fake concern.
"So many people are jealous of you for having a wife like Miranda. How can you be so ungrateful? Is some other woman really worth throwing all this away?"
His words were like oil in a frying pan, setting off an instant explosion in the room. Just like that, the conversation spiraled. And somehow, I was now a cheater. How shameless!