He took one look at me and snapped, "Did you send your mom out shopping until the cows came home? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was when Freya was rushed to the hospital in a bloodstained dress?"
All I could think about was the pain in my heart when Fiona was brought in, covered in blood.
Yet here he was, more concerned about his mistress' reputation than anything else.
I scoffed as I tossed the divorce papers at him. "Sign it, David. I'm giving you the freedom you wanted!"
He never wanted to marry me in the first place. After we tied the knot, he brought Freya home to humiliate me, flaunting their relationship in front of my face.
He even got her a job at his company, parading her around like a trophy while I, the real Mrs. Federer, was forced to hide in the shadows.
I thought he might at least show some respect for my mother, but he didn't even consider her feelings.
Just two weeks ago, when I found out I was pregnant, I confided in Fiona, who was over the moon and stayed with me for a few days.
On the day of her accident, I had stepped out for a bit, only to find out later that David had brought Freya home and sent Fiona out in the pouring rain to buy her sanitary supplies.