He lowered his head in shame and asked if he would still be allowed to see his son. “You are his father, and I will never use him as a way to punish you for your mistakes,” I promised him.
“However, your mother will never be allowed near him again until she offers a sincere apology without any of this drama,” I stated firmly. Adelaide gasped in indignation and asked if I really expected her to beg for my forgiveness.
“Yes, I do, and if you cannot respect my wife, then you will have no place in my son’s life either,” Scott told her. I walked out of that mansion with my head held high, even though my heart felt like it had been shredded into a thousand pieces.
Several weeks later, Adelaide Preston asked to meet me at a quiet coffee shop on the edge of town. She arrived without her usual diamonds or heavy makeup, and she looked like a woman who had finally realized what she had lost.
