Different choices?

~Cuddle me every night.~

HENRY POV:

Next day, the first thing that I did was to go and see my parents. They were having breakfast at that time and upon seeing me, my Mom's gaze turned wryly.

I glanced at her and turned to face my Dad. He is the only person with whom I can communicate to some extent in this house.

"I am sure I made it clear that I don't want any sort of interference in my personal life from you two." I was talking to him but my point was directed to Mom.

"What happened? Why do you look so angry?" He put down the fork and knife as he paid attention to me.

"She didn't tell you?" I was surprised to know that Mom pulled such a stunt even behind his back.

Dad's eyes narrowed on me and then at Mom, "What did you do this time, Catherine?" He questioned her. Perhaps it was better for her to come clean herself.

Mom exhaled loudly and glared at me, "Your wife isn't what I thought she is. She really told me." She was disdainful.

"Mom, are you serious? Alora has every right to te