My Daughter Wanted A New Father So I Let Her
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The moment Sasha replaced the wedding photo above our bed with that enormous oil painting—a piece her lab colleague, Blake, had gifted her—I felt an utter, bone-deep weariness settle over me.
When I finally put the signed divorce papers in front of her, she kept her expression perfectly cool.
“Am I really not allowed to redecorate the bedroom, Ronan?” she snapped.
“And divorce? You’re willing to walk away from your little princess, the one you’ve practically molded with your own two hands?”
I simply nodded. Yes, I was walking away from both.
