I swiveled and walked off before he could do anything.When I came back home with the printed divorce papers, he was in the living room, playing with building blocks with Cece. It was a heartwarming scene, and they looked like an actual father and daughter.It took me waking up from my fantasy to finally notice that I was the stranger, the outsider.He didn't even raise his head. Instead, he ordered matter-of-factly, "Where'd you go? Come on, make some snacks for Cece. Strawberry tart, her favorite."We had nannies and childcare experts for those jobs, but he insisted that I did everything myself. He claimed that earnest feelings were always rewarded. I used to lap that story up like a good pup. Now, I merely raised my hand and interrupted him.Then, I shoved the divorce papers into his arms and went to my room to pack my things.He froze for a moment. Tim's face fell, and he stormed after me. "If this is your idea of a joke, it isn't funny. Zoe's coming back to treat Cece, and y
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