I walked into the house holding the signed divorce papers like a trophy. It was finally over, and I was happy that it was. The fact that Andrew was no longer my husband is a start of many things I could do on my own. I could take over from my father without worrying about anyone coming for me. I could protect my baby on my own and I could be with Martin if I wanted to.
Thinking about Martin, I could call him and appreciate him for helping me deal with Andrew. He promised to do something and he did.
Almost all my happiness was drained the moment I stepped into the living room of my father's house. There's something about the house that usually sends peace far away. The reason for the foul atmosphere was there, sitting on the couch.
“You look proud of yourself,” Teresa said from the co
