Chapter 6 - Daniel Tries To Beg For Forgiveness At Work
Later that afternoon, as I stepped out of my marketing agency office in midtown Manhattan, a familiar figure rushed toward me.
It was Daniel, looking disheveled and frantic in his expensive business suit without his usual arrogant posture.
“Elena! Thank God I found you! Mother has been calling the police and threatening to sue everyone in sight!” Daniel panicked.
I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at him with the same cold indifference he had shown our crying son.
“Then let her sue. You should be more worried about where you’re going to sleep tonight, Daniel,” I told him flatly.
“You can’t lock us out of our own home! That’s completely unreasonable! We’ve lived there for over a decade!” he yelled.
“It was never your home, Daniel. You were just a guest living in my house rent-free while treating my child like dirt,” I reminded him.
Daniel grabbed my shoulders, his eyes wide with desperate regret as he realized I wasn't bluffing about the divorce.
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“Please, Elena... let’s talk about this like adults. Think about our family, think about Noah,” he begged tearfully.
“I am thinking about Noah. That’s why you’re being served with divorce papers right now,” I said, stepping past him into the lobby.
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