Maybe George Graves is the one who's been cheating?
I've met Mr. Delgado in person. Incredibly kind, very respectful toward women. Guess when you're that successful, jealous people just come crawling out of the woodwork.
That level of trending traffic didn't happen organically.
I knew Marian's hand was behind it.
I went back to the home I hadn't set foot in for three years.
I ran my fingers over the photograph on Freddy's urn, smiling bitterly.
"I'm sorry, buddy. Daddy didn't protect you."
A set of divorce papers landed on the table.
I had just reached for Freddy's urn to take him with me when the door was kicked open.
Marian stormed in, dragging Frederick behind her. His forehead was wrapped in gauze.
"Where's Freddy?"
I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Marian let out a cold laugh. "Frederick got hurt. You put Freddy up to it, didn't you?"
"Marian!"
My fists clenched. "What are you talking about?"
Frederick gritted his teeth.
"Mr. Graves, why bother denying it? When that kid came at me with a hammer, I saw his face clear as day. It was him.
"He said he was getting revenge for you.