He had often scolded my mom for not having her own life, always revolving around him.
"You're suffocating me!"
He had said that to my mom, his face full of disgust.
"Suffocating? If you're suffocating, go to the hospital for oxygen. What's my mom got to do with it? Is she oxygen?!"
Before he could respond, I hung up the phone and turned off my mom's phone.
In my dad's eyes, a wife is a wife, and a mistress is a mistress. He never considered divorcing my mom, nor did he ever admit to having a mistress.
This was the greatest "loyalty" he gave my mother.
So, he often gave a slap, followed by a sweet reward.
Sure enough, the next day, my dad came looking for me, eagerly inviting me out to dinner.
He had booked the most expensive restaurant in the city and took me to the dining hall, finding an empty seat.
The restaurant was known for its seafood, so I thought my dad had finally had a change of heart and was going to treat me to a grand meal, but he didn't.
He only ordered a few ordinary home-style dishes.
"Is your mom still mad?"
He asked with a stiff face, still unable to lower his pride.
"No, she's not mad anymore." I replied coldly.