There was a flash of panic in Veronica's eyes.
Her parents frowned, their expressions darkening. They clearly hadn’t expected me to be this decisive.
Her assistant, Dariel, grabbed my arm and pleaded, “Come on, all girls like stuffed animals—are you really making a scene over this? Apologize to Ms. Veronica.”
“Have you forgotten how she nearly died giving birth to your child? She refused anesthesia and passed out from the pain, just to deliver your daughter.”
“She sleeps in a separate room and takes care of the baby herself, so she doesn’t disturb your rest. Can’t you see how much she’s sacrificing for you?”
More guests chimed in, rebuking me.
“He’s right! You two had a good thing going. So many people envy you for marrying such a good woman.”
“If there’s a problem, talk it through. What kind of man uses divorce as a threat? You can’t just take it out on your wife.”
Veronica took a deep breath and steadied herself. Then she rushed over and hugged me tightly.
“Honey,” she said softly, “we’ve been through twelve years together—from strangers to soulmates. You’ve always been gentle and patient. You never lost your temper.”