My father rose from his chair, face twisted with anger. "Godfrey Simmons, how long are you going to keep this up?"
"A girl as good as Marina, and you want to divorce her?"
My mother chimed in from the side, her tone gentler but no less pointed. "Godfrey, Nathan's already in preschool. Don't do something foolish."
Marina's eyes glistened red. "Honey, I'm the CEO of the company. Sometimes I need to bond with my employees. Why are you so jealous? You really want to divorce me over that?"
I said nothing for a long moment. Then I looked her dead in the eyes.
"Marina, the baby you're carrying is Tristan's, isn't it?"
The room went silent.
Marina's body trembled. "How... how did you find out?"
"It doesn't matter how I found out."
"Let's just get divorced."
Marina broke down, tears streaming down her face like rain on flower petals. "Honey, I was wrong. I don't want a divorce."
"I do."
Crack.
The slap didn't come from Marina. It came from my father.
"So what if the baby isn't yours? You want to blow up your marriage over something this small?"
My mother piled on. "Son, think about everything Marina has done for this family. When your father needed surgery, she paid for it."