He had no comeback for that.
Instead, he kicked the chair beside him with all his strength. The crash was loud enough to wake Baby, who burst into wails.
I watched him storm out, and my heart sank to the bottom of a pit.
This was the man I'd given two children to.
Because I refused to back down, Irvin finally agreed to change our daughter's name.
I didn't trust him to handle it alone, so I asked my best friend Elena to go with him and supervise every step of the paperwork.
"Don't worry, I watched him do everything myself. Look—it's done. Changed from Marcia Cobb to Marcia Pruitt."
That afternoon, Elena came back with the brand-new household registration.
I nodded with satisfaction. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for days finally began to lift.
"Elena Lambert, thank you so much for all your help. Stay for dinner—I'll have the housekeeper make a few extra dishes."
But Elena's eyes darted away, and she smiled as she declined. "Oh, no, I couldn't. I have plans tonight."
Seeing the bashful look on her face, I couldn't resist teasing her.
"It's a man, isn't it? Come on, spill—have you finally found yourself a boyfriend?"