I Held Our Dying Sons While She Fed Steak to Her 'Best Friend' novel Chapter 6

"Dad, I've decided to divorce Emma. I moved out today." 

I took a deep breath and said it out loud. 

Silence. Then, the explosion. 

"William Johnson, are you out of your damn mind?!"

"My daughter hasn't said a word about divorce, and you think you can just walk away?" 

"I swear to God, I'll break your legs!" 

Then I heard Emma's mom yell in the background. 

"You little bastard!"

"Do you remember how you begged us to let you marry Emma?!" 

"Now you think you can just leave?"

"Where the hell are you?! Let me tell you something—" 

I hung up before she could finish. 

They called thirty-six more times.

I declined every single one. 

Back when I was struggling in my career, they were dead set against me marrying Emma. 

They only gave in after seeing how determined we were.

But even then, they made me kneel outside their house for three days before they agreed. 

At the time, I was so in love with Emma, I would've done anything. 

Even after we got married, they never stopped looking down on me. 

No matter what I achieved—even after I became a senior manager—they still treated me like garbage. 

They always said I was lucky to have ‘married up' into their family.

That without Emma, I'd be a nobody. 

They even tried to make Mike and James take Emma's last name.

I fought them on that one, and they finally let it go. 

The next morning, I took Mike and James' ashes to the cemetery. 

Emma's parents kept calling, but I ignored them. 

After the burial, I went to the amusement park and sat there the whole day, lost in thought. 

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