“You’re not going anywhere. I’m against it!” I glare at my wife in a rage. “If you disobey me, I’ll take away the child. He’s my heir!”
She’s pale and terrified; she clutches the baby to her chest. And the child is already ready to cry.
“You will stay here—in my house. I canceled the tickets.”
“Are we divorcing? Didn’t you forget?!”
“Good thing you reminded me! Tomorrow your lawyer will withdraw the petition from court. There will be no divorce! I’ve changed my mind. I’m afraid of my own rage. Did I fall for the wife my grandfather forced on me? Come on!”