And then—
she threw the wine in her hand straight onto my mother’s head.
The Moment I Stopped Being Her Husband
Something exploded inside me.
The box of bread slipped from my hands and hit the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOTHER?!”
My voice shook the entire yard.
Victoria froze.
The glass shattered from her hand.
When she saw me standing there—
everything drained from her face.
“E-Ethan?! Baby?! I thought you were in New York!” she stuttered, rushing toward me. “Y-you don’t understand! She wasn’t listening—”
I didn’t let her finish.
The slap came fast.
Hard.
She fell to the ground.
Her friends screamed and ran out of the house like they had just seen a ghost.
I didn’t care.
I ran to my mother.
Took off my expensive coat.
Wrapped it around her shaking body.
