Williams, who was usually calm and composed, began to panic. He reached out to grab my hand
my hand, but I moved away.
Perhaps it never crossed his mind that I would refuse his touch one day; he was in disbelief.
His voice trembled slightly as he tried to suppress his anger.
“Christelle, have you really thought this through?
“If you divorce me, I’ll have custody of James, and you won’t see him ever again!”
I looked down but remained unbothered.
“Fine. Once Leia becomes his mother, he won’t want to see me anyway.”
To my surprise, James burst into tears and threw himself into my arms.
“No, mom. I just didn’t like how you were controlling me. I don’t want Miss Lela to be my mother.”
