Nathan went home tired. He felt like a goblin had sucked out all the life force from him.
Everything seemed to go wrong since Evelyn divorced him. It was all Rhea's fault. She must've left that lipstick print on purpose.
Yes, he had already determined that Evelyn only found out the night he came home with the lipstick print on his shirt. But she was such a good actor he was fooled into thinking he had gotten away with it until it was too late.
He walked into the house, muttering under his breath about why the lights were turned off.
He shut the door behind him and flicked on a light switch, illuminating the whole room.
He kicked off his shoes, raising his head to see a familiar person right in the living room.
Fear spread through Nathan's heart but he could do nothing but weakly call out.
"Dad"
The older man stood up, walking slowly towards him. Nathan was frozen in place as searing pain tore through his face and his head was pushed to the side by the force of the hit.
