: Divorce
3.
Huh? Wait, wait, wait?
What's going on?
'Why isn't my mom ripping the other woman to shreds?!'
But on second thought, it made sense. My parents' marriage had been over for years—it was in name only. My dad had a long string of affairs, and my mom couldn't even be bothered with them anymore.
This was actually a good opportunity. My mom could finally start her life of freedom.
Besides, this mistress was so low-tier. Stooping to her level would be a total waste of time.
But just as we were about to walk past the homewrecker, my dad came home.
The moment he pushed the door open, the woman channeled her inner award-winning actress. She clutched her stomach, tumbled off the sofa, and burst into a flood of tears.
"I know you can't stand me, but how could you hurt my child! I only came here to meet you like we agreed. Why did you push me? You're trying to kill my baby!"
'Wow.'
'Any word from Cannes?'
This was the scene my dad walked in on.
The homewrecker was sprawled theatrically on the floor, a mess of snot and tears, acting as if Mom and I had actually done something to her.
'Such a damsel in distress.'
The problem was, despite her ridiculously over-the-top acting, my dad bought it.
Tsk.
'I had a feeling that if my dad ever went bankrupt, it would be because some scheming woman had cleaned him out. He was just so damn gullible. How on earth did a woman as smart as my mom fall for him in the first place?!'
A look of pure anguish on his face, my dad rushed over and gathered the homewrecker in his arms. A barrage of accusations flew from his mouth. "What did you do to Mylene? If you have a problem, take it out on me! What does attacking her prove?"
My mom nodded calmly. "As a matter of fact, there is something I'd like to address."
My dad scoffed. "Then get on with it."
"I want a divorce."
