My Ex’s New Wife Paid for Our 16-Year-Old’s Lip Injections Behind My Back – I Went to Confront Him, but His Reaction Brought Me to Tears
“Then why did you tell her not to tell me?”
No answer.
“I was trying to support her. She hated her lips, Mark. What was I supposed to do, tell her she looked perfect and wait for her to stop believing me?”
Zoe’s face crumpled.
Mark stared at Miranda’s name on the screen.
“No. You were supposed to ask why my 16-year-old daughter suddenly hated her own face.”
Silence.
“Especially after you were the one who gave her a reason to.”
Miranda started crying.
Mark didn’t soften.
“Zoe won’t be staying at our house until I figure out what happens next.”
“You’re choosing your ex-wife over me?”
“No.”
His eyes stayed on Zoe.
“I’m choosing my daughter.”
He ended the call.
The room went quiet.
I looked down at the green-dress photograph.
“You know what I remember about this?”
Zoe shook her head.
“I hated that dress.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“It was the only nice thing that still fit me. I had heartburn every day. My ankles were enormous. Your father kept taking pictures when I told him not to.”
Mark almost smiled.
“You looked beautiful.”
“You were annoying.”
“I was right.”
Zoe laughed through her tears.
I sat beside her.
