Jason’s family was like a piece of gum–you stuck with them, and it was not easy to get rid of them.
Two days later, when I accompanied Ava to her violin class saw jason standing outside with a cake.
“Ava,” he ran towards us and handed Ava the cake. “Happybirthday, sweetie. Come home with Daddy Grandpa, Grandma, and Aunt have prepared lots of delicious food for you.”
Ava pouted and hid behind me. I asked my parents to take her to the car, and then I took the cake from Jason
“Not cheap, right?” I asked.
Jason smiled, trying to act sentimental. “It’s worth any price for our daughter’s birthday,”
“Jason, you’re so hypocritical. “I sneered. “Ava might need a father’s love, but she definitely doesn’t need a father who can’t even remember her birthday.”
I chuckled sadly and smashed the entire cake onto his face. Stop playing these disgusting tricks. This marriage is over.”
“I was wrong.” He said, his voice regretting With cake all over his face, he knelt humbly before me.
