Chapter 9

He didn't want me to make a fuss.

From childhood, his only requirement for me was: stability.

But I couldn't do it.

I laid out everything to him.

After listening, I had a thought.

If Dad tried to persuade me to forgive Dashiell this time, I would leave immediately.

Whether to stay in a hotel or go out of town.

No one could stop me from getting divorced.

But unexpectedly, after hearing what happened, Dad rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and wanted to fight Dashiell to the death.

My usually kind and scholarly father, rarely cursed.

"That bastard Dashiell."

"How did he promise me back then? That he would never betray you in this lifetime."

"He... he actually went out to find another woman!"

"I'll kill him!"

Mom and I hurried to stop him.

In the end, it was Isadora who sensed something and started crying, making Dad drop the knife.

I cried too.

"Dad, is it wrong for me to get divorced?"

Dad's tears flowed freely.

He let out a long sigh and stroked my head.