“What are you even angry about?” she snapped. “If you hadn’t meddled all those years ago, our baby wouldn’t have died. Hector wouldn’t have been forced to leave the country. And I wouldn’t have had to give up everything just to marry you for the company shares. Don’t you get it? By now, our child would be the same age as Claudia.”
Her voice rose, “Everything you and Claudia have, it was all stolen from Hector! So what right do you have to be upset?”
I couldn’t take another word. I cut her off, my voice hoarse with rage. “Don’t you dare talk about my daughter again. I’m done. I’ve already sent you the divorce papers. You can go back to Hector.”
She laughed, “Fine. But don’t think I won’t fight for custody. I’ll hire the best lawyers money can buy. You think a deadbeat like you stands a chance?”
Then her tone turned mocking. “Unless you want to lose Claudia too, you’d better get on your knees and apologize right now.”
That was it. I pulled out the document I’d been holding and threw it at her.
“You want to talk about Claudia? She's dead! Read this!”