Chapter 65

ESTELLE

“So you married that man.” My father didn’t even take a seat, but I was surprised he came to my office instead of shouting through the phone. The last time he was here, he wanted to take the seat from me by force.

“He has a name, Dad.”

“I know who he is.”

“No, you don’t.” Oddly, I didn’t even care, no matter how many ounces of anger he had in his words. “What you know is what you want to know. That’s biased, Dad. Give him a chance. And I’m pregnant.”

He snapped his head. Anger and disgust plastered all over his face. “Are you out of your mind? Let me guess, his?”

“I love him. And, of course, he’s the father. And he wants this child, too.”

“Of course, he wants. That’s what he wants, to take control of you. He always wants to be the good guy. He steps up to that place when things go wrong and wants to be your hero.”

“You get all wrong, Dad. He’s not like that.”

“Are you sure about that? He came to the rescue when you were o