David paused for a moment as if taken aback. "Why are you crying? Freya has been through so much, and she hasn't complained. But here you are, crying like it's the end of the world. Fine, I won't hold it against your mom. Will that be enough for you?"
I was astounded by his self-righteous attitude.
Who does he think he was? Does he really expect me to be grateful? Wiping my tears with a trembling hand, I fixed him with a cold stare. "My mom didn't do anything wrong. She doesn't need your forgiveness. From today on, you and I are two separate people, and my mom's issues are none of your business."
After all these years, it struck me as astonishing that I was finally laying down the law.
David's expression darkened ominously. After a long silence, he scoffed. "Ada, maybe I've been too generous with you. I'm off to be with Freya. You stay home and think about your choices for a few days."
With that, he stood up sharply and slammed the door behind him.
I returned to my room, grabbing the neatly packed suitcase that had been ready for days. I placed the divorce papers on the table, then walked out without looking back.