I didn't say a word. Just left a copy of the paternity test report behind.
Tonight, the Walker household wouldn't be a peaceful one.
Early the next morning, I'd barely gotten up when I found Lois already busy in the kitchen.
Seven years of marriage, and this was the first time I'd ever seen her cook.
When she set breakfast on the table, it was clear this was far from her first time at a stove.
The only question was who she'd been showing off her cooking skills for before. The spread looked restaurant-worthy.
She was wearing an apron, sitting at the dining table waiting for me, but I never sat down.
After washing up, I placed the divorce papers on the table.
She grabbed my hand. "Honey, aren't you going to ask where I was last night?"
"I only care about where the woman I love goes. You're not her."
Tears started falling. She cried silently, and admittedly, she did look pitiful.
That used to work on me. Now I felt nothing.
"Do we really have to get divorced?"
"Yes."
"Honey, I went to my mom's place last night. When I got back late, my dad just suspected we were having problems and nearly had an episode."
"If he finds out we're getting divorced, his body won't be able to take it."