To Abandon the Wife and Keep the Daughter​

Summary

I saw it with my own eyes: my wife, eight months pregnant, fooling around with the new intern in her office.

In the fallout, I chose my daughter, not my wife. I raised her with the help of my best friend.

Twenty years later, at the equity transfer ceremony, my daughter told me she had a special gift for me.

Smiling, I began to sign the contract.

Halfway through my signature, the pen ran out of ink.

I set it down, about to signal my assistant for a replacement. But my daughter, assuming I had finished, clapped her hands toward the conference room doors.