That baby was our first! We picked his name together! We used to talk about what he might look like. Maybe he'd have thick eyebrows like his dad’s and almond eyes like mine!
‘But now? All Orville cares about is Blaire, Blaire, Blaire!
‘Three years. That’s all it took for him to forget our baby!’
I braced myself and stood up, my gaze scanning the room before locking onto his face.
“Orville. Tell her to leave. This is your last chance.”
“No!” He didn’t even hesitate at all.
I rubbed my forehead in exhaustion and suddenly gave up any hope of fighting for him.
“Fine. Then let’s get divorced. I’ll let her have you.”
My father stormed over in rage and before I knew it, he had already slapped me across the face.
“Orville’s a great husband and you want to divorce him? I’ll break your legs before I let that happen!”
His finger jabbed at me like a knife as he yelled.
“You’ve gotten so petty, Presley! Your sister’s been sick and Orville’s been taking care of everything while you sit around being bitter. And now you can’t even be civil to her? How could you be this selfish?!”
I held my cheek, letting out a breathless laugh.