Chapter 8

David

When Sarah's cold words go out of her mouth, she leaves.

Who cares about what my father won’t? At this moment, I just want to be far away from his new wife.

So I did the best thing I could remember: I called Thomas.

Sometime later, in a fine restaurant, I and Thomas were having lunch.

- Did I dream, or did you have your stepmother on your lap last night?

- What? I don’t remember that, but she's not my stepmother yet. She needs to marry my fucking father first. If it depends on me, she will never be his wife.

- You just met her. Why do you hate her so much?

- What are you talking about?

- You just said you are against your father's marriage.

- Don’t be an idiot. She’s too good for a piece of shit like my father.

- Oh God. Here we go again. How many times did we talk about this? He’s Simon fucking Campbell. You can’t do anything against him. Not even God can do anything against him.

- We will see about that.

Thomas rolled over his eyes.

- You don't know what you're saying. And it'