Stefan snapped before I could make a fuss, "Zelda, that's enough! Stop projecting your filthy thoughts onto us. What I have with Yolanda is not what you think."
I stared coldly at Stefan for a long time, as if only today I finally saw him for who he was. How could he be so shameless?
I didn't want to argue with him anymore. To me, this marriage had reached its end. The most important thing now was my daughter.
Ignoring the three, I turned and headed towards my daughter's room. Just as I reached the door, Yolanda's son, Charlie, jumped from his chair and ran before me, spreading his arms to block my way. "You're not allowed to go into my room," he said. His young voice was already filled with an overbearing arrogance.
My face darkened. It was my daughter's room. When did it become Yolanda's son's?
I gently pushed him aside, but he deliberately stumbled and fell to the floor, bursting into loud sobs. "Dad! Mom! This lady pushed me!"
Yolanda was heartbroken and ran over to protect her son. Stefan also came over, looking at the mother and son with concern. Then his arm suddenly swung, leaving a bright red slap mark on my face.
"Zelda, you've gone too far! You even bully a child."