Chapter Forty: Don't Be A Brat

Hadley

"What do you mean you can't come?" I'm starting to panic as I look at my husband, seeing the unbending emotion in his face.

"Hadley, I told you when we had her, there would be times I couldn't participate, times I couldn't act like other fathers do."

He cuts me down with sharp words, giving me a bored look as he continues putting his cufflinks in his button-down shirt. It infuriates me when he gives me this look. "You don't act like most husbands do, either," I'm pissed and he's going to see the fury, he's going to experience the full wrath of my disappointment.

"Don't be a brat," he grabs his suit jacket, putting it over the shirt.

"What kind of a man schedules a business dinner on the day of his daughter's ballet recital, but then doesn't even think about the fact his wife can't come? And can I add she does fucking ballet because it's what you want her to do, even though she expressed interest in piano? Yet you've never seen her do it?"

"She's three, Hadley, and do