I clenched my fists and stared coldly at Fiona.
Before, when she said she had a cleanliness fetish, Maisie and I endured it and accommodated her.
She was willing to use overtime as an excuse to get involved with other men outside and I also turned a blind eye.
But now, I couldn't tolerate people calling Maisie as a child without mom.
“Fiona, I'll ask you again-”
“Is Maisie a child without a mom?”
A point of displeasure flashed across Fiona's face, but she sneered and said, “Do you really need me to explain how she became my daughter?"
"Enough. Today is Rielle’s day to play here. Don’t ruin everyone’s mood.".
Asher and his daughter watched from the side, enjoying the drama.
Fiona heartbreakingly picked up Rielle and said, “Mommy will buy you some toys, okay?”
“And Elsa's pretty dress!”
“Good.” Fiona's face was full of favor.
Watching her back as she walked away, my heart grew cold. I finally said the words I had been weighing for so long.
“Fiona, let's divorce!”
Fiona's footsteps lurched and she coldly turned back.
“Ryan, do you think this is funny?”
“If you think this can threaten me, then it's fine as you wish.”
After saying that, she left without looking back.