"Listen..." He started, and I rolled my eyes.
Here goes the drama again.
"Milo’s death hit Claire hard, so I didn’t want her to be alone. Is Matthew mad? Don't worry, I’ll make it up to him. He's sweet, so he'll forgive me."
If he’d cared about us at all, he’d know what happened to his own son by now.
But no, Claire was his priority now.
"You'll make it up to him? Well, news flash! You’ve run out of chances," I said, walking away again.
But he grabbed my arm, sounding surprisingly desperate. "Come on! I’ll pick up Matthew every day if that's what you want. Just don’t be mad."
Andrew, begging for the first time, almost made me laugh. I could have forgiven him if Matthew’s accident hadn’t happened.
But now? No way.
"Want to be with Claire? Go be with Claire. Sign the divorce papers, and stop pestering me," I said, shaking off his hand and walking away for good.
As I left, I could feel his eyes on my back.
"Tricia, get me the best toy you can find. Something fancy, so maybe a transformer! Send it home to my son. Maybe he can help calm his mom down," I heard him ordered.
Did he think he could buy me with that?
Oh, how delusional.