Charlie's face quickly turned ashen. He grabbed a wine glass and hurled it at me, screaming, "Get out! Get the hell out! I don't have a son-in-law like you!"
Lucy even swung a mop and kicked me out. Finally, she threw one last line at me. "You jerk! In seven days, we'll expose you on our show. Let's see how you like losing everything!"
As a former TV station director and a retired chief editor of a major media outlet, they certainly had the power to do it.
Outside, the air was gloomy and a light rain began to fall, perfectly mirroring my mood.
Then my phone buzzed with messages from my parents.
[Have you lost your mind? Why ruin a good life for nonsense?]
[Apologize to Cindy's family immediately, or don't come back! We don't have a son like you!]
Seeing how angry they were, I could only give a bitter smile.
Instead of apologizing, I turned and walked into the rain, heading toward the hospital.
The doctor was bandaging my wounds when I finally received the call from my childhood friend, Sharon Salazar. "I visited the shop where Cindy bought the custard pie and it really is quite interesting."