He answered in a fury, practically yelling, “Are you done with your tantrums? I told you to stay home and rest! Now the house is a disaster. I only found out because I dropped by to get a gift for Winnie’s baby!
“And Ellie – what are you dragging her into now? Sean can’t reach her, probably because of you. Do you have to poison everything around you? You’ve ruined their marriage too. Are you happy?”
My best friend clenched her fists beside me, ready to unleash her rage, but I held her back.
“Don’t waste your energy on someone like him,” I whispered.
“Ross, let’s keep it simple: I want a divorce. I have no time for your baseless accusations.”
My friend took the phone from me, unable to hold back any longer. “You know what, Ross? Marrying into your family has been nothing but a curse. Let me make this clear: Ellie and I want divorces because you and Sean are fools. Get it?”
She ended the call and promptly blocked him on every platform.
The next morning, just as we were leaving for the registry office, we saw Winnie at the entrance, cradling her baby.
Her face was pale, and she looked pitiful, like a frail flower ready to wilt at the slightest breeze.