finished your tantrum?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“Good. Get to the reception. People are asking questions.”
“I’m not coming.”
Silence followed.
Then I heard Vanessa in the background.
“Tell her to stop acting like a spoiled princess.”
Ethan chuckled.
“You heard her. Grow up.”
I nearly smiled.
“Enjoy your reception, Ethan.”
I hung up.
Dad sat opposite me, his expression growing serious.
“Tell me everything.”
I recounted the incident.
He listened silently before asking one question.
“Are you absolutely certain you want to end this marriage?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and picked
