Mom's Sudden Stroke, Dad's Busy with His Mistress at Disneyland

In my dad's eyes, a wife is a wife, and a mistress is a mistress. He never considered divorcing my mom, nor did he ever admit to having a mistress.

This was the greatest "loyalty" he gave my mother.

So, he often gave a slap, followed by a sweet reward.

Sure enough, the next day, my dad came looking for me, eagerly inviting me out to dinner.

He had booked the most expensive restaurant in the city and took me to the dining hall, finding an empty seat.

The restaurant was known for its seafood, so I thought my dad had finally had a change of heart and was going to treat me to a grand meal, but he didn't.

He only ordered a few ordinary home-style dishes.

"Is your mom still mad?"

He asked with a stiff face, still unable to lower his pride.

"No, she's not mad anymore." I replied coldly.

"Not mad, but she still won't come eat, will she? She's not even answering my calls." My dad snorted.

"I didn't answer your calls because I was too busy with work this time. Why hold on to this little thing forever?"

"It's fine. No need to answer anymore. You won't need to answer in the future either."

From now on, there will be no more calls.

Neither from my mother, nor from me.

"Why are you talking like that?" My dad was about to blow up, but suddenly seemed to remember something.

His face darkened, and in a low voice, he said, "What did your mom say? When is she going to give me back access to the card?"

So, he hadn't come to apologize or make amends. He had come for money.

"Dad, let me ask you a question first. Can you go to Disneyland while on a business trip?" I laughed.

My dad froze for a second, then, humiliated and enraged, he yelled, "Did your mom investigate me? You know this is an invasion of privacy, don't you?!"

I had thought he would at least feel guilty, but instead, he turned the tables and accused us. Shaking my head, I said, "Let's just eat. No need to waste this meal."

"Your mom is ridiculous! It was just a colleague on the trip, and her son insisted on going. I went along for a bit. Why blow it out of proportion?"

I focused on my meal, ignoring him.

Unable to contain himself anymore, my dad dropped the pretense. "Fine! Then let's end this. Call your mom now—I want a divorce!"