With one swift punch, I sent Ethan staggering to the side, his face twisting from the impact.
Although I had given up directing, I hadn't been idle; I had started a construction business.
The physical work had kept me fit, and Ethan was no match for me. A few more punches, and he was down for the count.
Once he regained his bearings, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Kyle, you dare hit me?!"
"I'm hitting you because you deserve it."
Sophie watched in horror, her eyes welling with tears as she shouted at me, "Kyle, are you insane? Just wait! We're definitely getting a divorce!"
I didn't argue; there was no point.
Sophie rushed to help Ethan up. "Kyle, I command you to apologize to Ethan right now! Otherwise, you'll regret it."
"Ethan just lost his baby; he's upset! Is it really worth it to go this far?"
I felt an overwhelming despair. When did the victim have to apologize to the perpetrator?
With a bitter smile on my lips, I shot back, "And what about you? Have you ever been a good mother to Emma?"
"You rushed back to filming just after giving birth! But instead of caring for Emma during her transition from breastfeeding to formula, you were off vacationing with your first love!"