Sebastian’s face darkened when I didn’t respond. “You can’t stay mad forever. And don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened with Christian today. He’s just a kid, so he threw something at you. Did you really have to get so worked up that you were going to hit him?”
My nails dug deep into my palms, but I didn’t feel a thing. My voice came out low and bitter. “You’re so sure I was going to hit him? Did you even ask me?”
He froze for a second.
“He’s a child,” he muttered. “Children don’t lie.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
“Right. He and Adele would never lie. So the only liar here must be me.”
I remembered the time I spent all afternoon cooking soup for Sebastian and brought it to the racetrack. Adele stopped me, grabbed the bowl, and dumped it into the trash.
When I tried to stop her, she splashed it all over herself.
Sebastian arrived just in time to see that, and of course, believed her version of the story.
I’d asked him why he didn’t at least hear my side.
“She’s just a young girl. Why would she lie?” he’d said.
That was the day I gave up.
I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and flipped to the last page. “This is Christian’s school contract. I need your signature.”