Genevieve:
“I’ve told you before, and I will say it again—don’t even talk about my daughter,” he said, closing his eyes, his fists clenched at her mention. I didn't believe him anymore.
“She is not your daughter. Why are you lying about her? Who is she—,” my words dried up in my mouth as he stood abruptly, pointing his arm at me, his glare filled with menace.
“Enough!”
I nodded, swallowing hard. So, the daughter wasn’t his. Then why had he lied? Was it just an excuse to push me into asking for a divorce?
As that question stirred in my mind, I glanced up at him. However, I dismissed the urge to ask more. None of his answers had ever soothed my heartbreak.
At this point, I just needed to accept that he had never been honest with me. From his wife’s calls to the mention of his daughter,
