Revenge on My Ex-husband
I left the room before he could see my burning cheeks.
“Dad?" I edges slowly into his study with my peace offering, a tray of his favourite sandwiches and a glass of lemon juice. My dad always spent more time in his study than in his room. But he always made time for us, he was at all my baseball games and my sister's piano perfomances. He was the very definition of a super dad. Tati and I were lucky to have him. He never made us feel like our mother was dead. He screened all our housekeepers himself, and fired them as soon as they made us feel uncomfortable. The last one I left with him, Carla, was nowhere in the house and I wanted to ask him what had happened. I dropped the tray on his org