But my tolerance had only made her bolder.
“Is this something a normal person would say?”
My father-in-law glared at me furiously, coffee mug still in his hand.
“Emily’s been with you for five years, married you, gave birth to your child, and worked hard to care for this family. And now you want a divorce?”
“Did I hear that right, or have you lost your mind?”
Faced with his questioning, I shrugged.
“Then just take me for insane. All I want now is a divorce.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, my father-in-law smashed the coffee mug.
Glass shards scattered everywhere, and hot coffee splashed across me.
Emily cried out instantly:
“Dad, what are you doing?! That coffee was scalding hot—it could burn Daniel!”
She looked at me with concern, trying to pull me toward the bathroom to rinse the burns with cold water.
I shook her hand off.
“Enough. Stop pretending.”
Emily’s gaze faltered.
“Daniel, what’s wrong with you today? Did something happen? Are you in trouble?”
“If you are, tell me. I’m your wife—we’ll face it together, okay?”
Looking at Emily’s tearful, affectionate eyes, I almost wished it were true.
But her acting was so convincing, I could no longer tell reality from performance.