Miranda didn’t even bother wiping her tears. Her face darkened entirely. She slapped me and gritted her teeth.
"Apologize to Ralph."
"Keep dreaming!"
Meanwhile, Olive suddenly rushed over with her small hands, clumsily wiping at Ralph’s shirt.
"Uncle Ralph, don’t be upset. I will blow on your hair … "
Her tender gesture made it seem as if Ralph were her real father. Miranda let go of me and went to help Ralph clean the dirt from his clothes. She turned and sneered at me.
"Okay, fine then! Anthony, since you insist on getting a divorce, let’s get one then! But you must remember that this is all your fault!"
I ignored her, walked over to Olive and asked her one last time, "Olive, do you want to go with Daddy?"
My daughter hugged Ralph’s neck tightly and shook her head with all her might.
"You’re a bad dad! I don’t want to go with you! You only make Mom sad!"
It turned out that the child I had lovingly raised for five years had already drifted toward another man.
I gave Miranda one last look and said calmly, "You win. Olive is yours."