Fury surged through me like wildfire and without thinking, I kicked Nathaniel, sending him stumbling backward as he tried to remove his pants. I stormed past him and slapped Ophelia across the face, grabbing her by the hair.
"I used to think all fathers loved their children," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "But now I see I was wrong."
"And you, how could you be so cruel to harm a six-year-old child?"
Ophelia screeched, "You lunatic! Are you out of your mind, acting like this in the middle of the night? Just because I’ve put up with you doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!"
Nathaniel’s fist struck my back and when I didn’t release Ophelia, he glanced at her with worry before kicking me aside.
He grabbed me by the collar, his fury boiling over as he roared, "You don’t need to ask for a divorce; I don’t want you anymore!"
"I told you, anyone who dares lay a hand on her will pay the price!"
I laughed loudly and bitterly, but inside, it was nothing but emptiness.
If I had known the price I would pay, I would have divorced him the very moment I had the chance.
"Then I beg you, hurry up and divorce me! The sooner, the better!"