Jane frowned, incredulous, "Mike, don't push your luck. I've backed down as much as I'm going to. What more do you want?"
"After all the drama, satisfied yet? Apologize to Winston, and maybe I'll consider making our marriage official."
"Forget it, you disgust me."
I said it straight, no sugarcoating left.
Jane's mask finally slipped, her rage uncontainable, "Mike, are you out of your mind?!"
"If you don't apologize to Winston today, I'm calling the hospital to halt all her treatments!"
I never fought for Emily's custody; it was always in Jane's grip.
Initially, she didn't even want the child, but now using her as a pawn repeatedly.
If Emily were still alive, had I not been so fed up, no longer willing to endure endless humiliation like some spineless mutt, would Jane really have made that call?
She would have.
Surgery delays waiting for family consent, so I kneeled before them and slapped myself over and over until Jane was satisfied to sign.
Now, even with Emily gone, Jane still wielded her life as a threat without a second thought.
I was enraged.
"Earlier you said Emily was faking her illness, now you're threatening to stop all treatments, what the hell do you see her as?!"