"What nonsense are you spewing under my video? Do you even realize what people will think of my grandson if you say things like that? He's just a child! Do you want him to be labeled a bastard? How can you be so cruel?! Let me tell you, I haven't even begun to settle accounts with you! You refused to give my son a child, fine! But you even convinced him to get a vasectomy…"
Before I could react, more voice messages followed one after another, flooding my phone.
I thought I had cried all my tears in the past few days.
But hearing her gloat, twisting everything as if I were the villain, my eyes still burned, and the tears still fell.
I couldn't understand. How could people change so suddenly?
Leah, who once treated me like her own daughter, had turned into a stranger. And Charles, the man I had spent twenty years of marriage with, had become someone I no longer recognized.
When Charles returned, he found me sitting by the window, my voice lost from crying too much. He pulled me into his arms, the chill from outside still clinging to him.
Silently, he took off his coat and tucked my frozen hands inside his sweater, his warmth seeping into my skin.