My wife left our daughter alone at a highway rest stop. When the car crash happened, my wife was picking up her first love's son from school.
When she answered our daughter's final call for help, she immediately launched into a furious scolding. "Stop acting like you're about to die. I told you I'd come get you in a little while. Can't you wait quietly? Are you trying to hound me to death? You're such a burden!"
Then she blocked our daughter's number, deciding to teach her a lesson.
When I told her to attend our daughter's funeral, she accused me of faking the death notice.
I couldn't help finding it laughable. I'd put up with her for so many years like a pathetic, henpecked fool, all to give our daughter a complete family. I'd been an idiot.
I slapped her across the face. "The divorce papers are ready. Sign them."
