“Dad, listen to me—” Julian tried to argue.
“Do not call me Dad,” my father cut him off, stepping inches from Julian’s face. “You have five minutes to take your personal clothes and leave my daughter’s home before I physically throw you into the street.”
Julian looked desperately at his mother. “Mom! Tell them she’s overreacting! I made a mistake, but we can fix this!”
Evelyn stood up slowly, tears of anger and disappointment brimming in her eyes. She looked at her son as if she were seeing a stranger. “You used your daughter’s birth as a cover to cheat on your wife, Julian. You brought disgrace to this family. Pack your bags.”
With no allies left in the room, Julian retreated upstairs in absolute defeat.
Ten minutes later, he dragged two duffel bags down the grand staircase. He looked at me, hoping for a sliver of regret or hesitation in my eyes. He found none.
