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12

I fled home in a panic.

The joyous laughter of our family of three seemed to echo in my ears.

I looked at our little home that I had lovingly decorated. The rocking horse beside me was something I had spent two sleepless nights assembling for Molly.

The family photo on the table now seemed full of irony, and the sadness in my heart felt like it would overflow.

Things had come to a head with Nathan.

Well, at least I wouldn't have to act out the drama of faking a terminal illness to force a divorce.

Even Molly, the only one I truly cared about, had chosen someone else as her dad.

I started packing my things, getting ready to leave.

To hell with it all! From now on, none of this crap had anything to do with me.

I had prepared the divorce papers long ago.

She could have custody.

You little brat, now you can openly call Channing "Daddy"!

Your real dad is as good as dead to you!