I handed over Ollie carefully, but she kept on rambling.
"At least my grandson takes after my daughter. He's so handsome; he'll do something big one day. Unlike you, relying on a woman for a roof over your head."
Her words sliced through me, twisting my gut.
I couldn't help but say, "I'm about to divorce her, so save the insults."
She was shocked, staring at me like she couldn't believe the son-in-law she used to push around was finally standing up for himself.
With a raised eyebrow, she sneered. "Ha! A mooch like you talking about divorce?"
"Then hurry up and do it!" she continued. "Stop holding my daughter back from finding a real man."
With a slam that echoed down the hallway, she stormed off, taking Ollie with her.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm.
But I couldn't wait any longer; I pulled out my phone, ready to text Ophelia about meeting at the Clerk of Court's Office tomorrow to finalize the divorce.q
As I unlocked my screen, a notification caught my eye.
Edmund had just posted something. I clicked the notification, and my heart sank.
There was a photo of Ophelia gently blowing on a cut on his finger, her face full of concern and affection.
The caption read: [Cut my finger while fixing the pipes. Someone rushed over to check on me. Is this what being someone's favorite feels like?]
I stared at the screen and let out a sarcastic laugh.
I typed back: [Well, here's wishing you two a lifetime of happiness and plenty of kids!]
After hitting send, I blocked and deleted him from my friend list.
Then, I forwarded the divorce paper and the paternity test results to the family group chat, mentioning Ophelia.
[@Ophelia, sign the papers or I'll file for divorce. Your call.]
