Chapter 2

Sean barreled toward me, shoving the divorce agreement against my chest.

His face twisted with anger. "Martha sacrificed a golden ticket to study abroad just to marry you. She loved you deeply. Now that she is ill, you're abandoning her and your daughter? Don't call yourself a man!"

I faced his outburst with cool amusement. "How is my split from my wife any of your business?"

Spittle flew from Sean's lips as he seized my collar, bellowing, "You're blind to your privilege. How much cash have you guzzled down for your comatose mother? Don't you have a conscience? Without Martha's help, she would have been long gone."

I delivered a swift kick to his midsection, sending him sprawling. "Stay out of my family's affairs! A shrink like you has no place at this gathering."

Martha pushed past me in a frenzy, helping Sean to his feet. Her words tumbled out in a stutter. "Why lash out at him? He's done nothing wrong."

"He deserves it for running his mouth!" I retorted, my resolve strengthened by their tender exchange.

The crowd's jeers grew louder, erasing my decade of sacrifices. They branded me a thankless leech, claiming Martha had endured hardships after marrying me.

Sean patted Martha's hand reassuringly. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "It's fine. I overstepped. Don't be upset. Take a breath."

"It's not your fault." Martha's eyes brimmed with undisguised tenderness, her voice quivering. "Jerome, do you have to make things ugly here? You know how much I love you. With the whole family watching, can you calm down and sort this out with me at home?"

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, soaking Sean's shirt.

While her melodrama stirred nothing in me, the relatives swarmed around her. She cried even more bitterly, painting me as an irredeemable monster.

"Jerome, you've been a rock for Martha all these years. There is no denying that."

"We've seen your dedication and loyalty."

"Just tell us what is eating you. We'll own it if it's our fault."

Robert shuffled closer on his cane, attempting to mediate, but I held my ground, refusing to bite.

"I'm done. No negotiations," I said blandly.

Robert's face flushed crimson as he erupted into a coughing fit.

Martha clambered up, clutching my arm. "Please, don't do this."

When I remained unmoved, she exploded, "Did you cheat on me?"

I remained silent, holding her stare.

Robert slammed his cane on the floor. "Jerome, don't you get it? Every dime in your pocket comes from our generosity. We've been helping you treat your mother. Shape up or slink out penniless. You have two days to think it through."

The ultimatum hung in the air, and the crowd awaited my capitulation.

I just wrenched free from Martha's grip and stormed out.

My childhood friend, Megan Murray, waited in my car, handing me a dossier.

She cocked her head and jabbed at the incriminating findings. "This report should seal the deal."

"Thanks for the effort," I replied. "Tomorrow, we're giving Martha a big surprise."