Over the years, I endured their countless humiliations, but they refused to acknowledge my daughter’s existence, telling the world that Henry was their only grandchild.
Luna’s mother, Sofia, never looked at her after she was born, as if Luna didn’t exist.
What they saw as nothing was my treasure, the daughter I raised painstakingly. How could I let them humiliate her like this?
I stared coldly at Stella, the eldest daughter of the Robertson elders.
“You want Luna to apologize to Henry? That’s impossible,” I spoke.
Stella laughed in disbelief.
“Ethan, who do you think you are to defy me? Are you serious? Do you think you have the right to refuse?”
Sofia, slightly surprised, still sided with Henry.
“It’s just crawling under his legs. They’re just kids, what’s the big deal? Stop being so melodramatic. If you don’t want to be kicked out of our family, just let her do it.”
Hearing her mother speak, Luna loosened her grip on me and tried to get down again. I held her back immediately and finally voiced the thought that had crossed my mind countless times over the past eight years.
“Sofia, I want a divorce.”
My words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the Robertsons stunned.