I was shaking from head to toe, my voice trembling with fury as I bit out, “Playing around? Your school turns a blind eye while a teacher has an affair with a married man and bullies the child of his wife. Now my daughter’s hurt, and you still call it playing around?”
Just then, Laura walked over with an expression full of fake concern.
“Elaine,” she said sweetly, “how could you take your anger out on a child?”
Milton hadn’t bothered to ask what happened. Maybe he just thought I was making a scene. Either way, his brows pulled together in a frown as he asked, “What are you two doing here?”
Disappointment and rage twisted inside me like a storm. I stared straight into his eyes and said flatly, “Mr. West must’ve been too busy playing family with his mistress to remember the promise he made to his daughter for Children’s Day.”
He froze. For once, the calm in his eyes cracked, guilt flickering across his face.
We stood there in tense silence until I felt a small hand on my cheek. My daughter was gently wiping away my tears. I hadn’t even realized I was crying.