When he tried to pull me into his arms, I abruptly pushed him away.
"Adjust? Why should I?" I snapped.
"Since you have your principles, I have mine. Let’s get a divorce."
I continued, and broke free from his grip and turned to grab clothes from the wardrobe. I didn’t want to stay in this house another minute.
"Fine, Andrea. You want a divorce? Then let’s divorce!" Patrick erupted, shouting at me.
With tears in my eyes, I packed my daughter’s photo into my suitcase and walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, my in-laws were standing there, along with that little boy.
My mother-in-law, Eliza, shot me an annoyed glare.
"What’s all this noise in the middle of the night? Kevin just got here—don’t scare my grandson."
I let out a cold laugh. "Yes, congratulations. You finally have your precious grandson. I wish your family a lifetime of happiness."
With that, I headed for the door, and Eliza immediately flew into a rage.
"Patrick, look at your wife! What kind of attitude is this?"
I suddenly stopped in my tracks and turned to glare at the meddling woman.