"He's not my daddy! I don't want a murderer to be my daddy!" Weston glared at me resentfully.
I shrugged at Fiona, saying helplessly, "See? He doesn't need me. Can we get a divorce now?"
Fiona frowned and said to Mason.
"Mason, take Weston downstairs first."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Mason's eyes before she turned and led Weston downstairs.
I spoke to Fiona once more while seeing her retreating figure, "Since you and Weston both like Mr. Skyler, why don't you just let him be your husband? I don't want to be it anymore."
"You're that eager to push me to someone else, huh?" she hissed through clenched teeth.
I didn't understand what she meant. She's clearly in love with Jayden. Even though he's been gone for five years, she's never moved on. Towards me, it was just a release of physical needs.
Now that she had finally found someone who looked so much like Jayden, shouldn't she be happy? Why would she ask such a question?
Not hearing a satisfactory answer, Fiona's face darkened. She immediately called Mason back. Then, as if throwing a tantrum, she told me.
"Since you want us to be together so badly, then I'll grant your wish."
Then she dragged Mason into the bedroom.