MY EX-HUSBAND’S REMORSE
“So do I, baby. But you're still young wearing those black coded clothes, sticking colorful highlights on your hair, and do you think I didn't see you hiding my eyeliner and playing with it every night? What if you hurt your eyes?”
She adorably pouted as she hid her hands behind her.
“I'm sorry. I just want to look pretty.”
My brows furrowed, confused at why she had low self-esteem.
I squat in front of her, caressing her face. “Baby, you're already gorgeous.”
“Ashton said, I'm Fiona.”
I pulled my lips in between my teeth, trying to hide my laugh. If I laugh, she might sulk and not talk to me all day.
“Then… tell him he's Shrek because you two have the same face.”
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