"I've always thought you were a sensible person and shouldn't lose your temper with a child. Today was your fault. Remember to find time to apologize to Weston."
Then her fingers moved to unbutton my shirt. Her voice was low.
"It's your birthday. I can keep you company tonight. Think of it as a reward for all you've done for this family."
My breath caught. I grabbed Fiona's hand, saying calmly.
"Fiona, let's get a divorce."
Fiona frowned.
"Weston is throwing a tantrum and now you are too? Can't you be a little more understanding? He'll naturally become well-behaved as he grows up."
"I'm already exhausted from work every day. Can you please stop adding to my troubles? I don't have the energy to coddle you."
I wanted to tell her that I didn't need coddling, but in Fiona's eyes, that would be pushing my luck. She instantly lost her lust, then slammed the door and left.
"I still have work to do. You can sleep alone tonight."
I can't remember how many times Fiona has left me. It seems that in Fiona's eyes, I am a toy that can be summoned and dismissed at will.
But after tomorrow, this toy of hers won't exist anymore.