I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

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Weston opens the door to his house, gets his arms ready for his daughter to rush in as usual.

“Daddy is home!” He says, expecting his daughter’s usual shrieks of laughter but there is none. Instead, there is something else. Something strangely different in the living room.

A luggage.

Weston looks at his girlfriend, she is looking at him with those murderous glare he's grown used to for a couple of months now. He looks at his daughter.

“Guess what I got you today, Han?” Weston stretches the package bag to his daughter.

Just as his daughter is going to collect the package bag from him, his girlfriend collects it and throws it across the room.

“Is this what your mates are buying for their kids?” She looks at him, anger written on her face.

Weston tries to smile. “Come on, babe, it's Han’s best candy.”

“Yeah. Of course, it's her best candy. It's the best one you can ever get for her. You've bought it for her so many times that she has mistaken it for the only good food in the world,” his girlfriend says sarcastically.

“I like the chocolate candy more, mom,” the little girl intervenes just as Weston is wracking his brain for what to say.

“Look, girl, don't you allow your father to brainwash you, there is a big life out there. Lots of girls like you are using an expensive phone that you father can never dream of getting you in the next—”

“Babe, please, stop,” Weston says quickly. “Not today again. As you can see, I'm just coming from work, please stop.”

For some seconds, Weston does not hear anything from his girlfriend. He glances at her. There is a smile on her face. The kind of smile that scares the shit out of him. What did he just say? He shouldn't have spoken to her that way.

“Look, babe…I'm…I had a hard day at work…my boss was bitchy as usual…I didn't mean to sound that way…I'm—”

“No need to apologize. As you can see,” she points to the traveling bag on the floor. “We are leaving.”

“Leaving? Are you two going on a vacation?” Weston smiles nervously. “You could have told me. I'd have bought some extra candies for Han.” He risks glancing at his girlfriend. That is all it takes for the truth to hit him. He bites on his lower lips.

“I promise, babe, things will be better. You just have to endure a little longer,” Weston pleads.

“You can still say that? Don't you even have a conscience? Look at me. Look at me closely.” She moves closer to him as if he can't see her from where she stayed. “Was this how I looked when you first saw me?”

Weston bites hard on his lower lips.

“Look at my face. Was it this rough when you saw me ten years ago? Even if you are too blind to see how bad I have turned, take a look at your daughter. Did you bring her to the world to suffer?!”

Weston stares at the cream coloured wall behind his girlfriend 's head. He can't…no matter how he tries, he can't bring himself to look her in the face right now.

“I'm sorry,” is all he can say.

“Sorry? Did you just say you're sorry? Is sorry going to do anything, you stupid man?!” Her voice explodes.

Weston glances at her. Her eyes are filled with tears, like she is past bearing point.

“You can't afford a three square meal for this small family and all you can say is that you're sorry?”

Weston bites harder on his lower lips.

His girlfriend grabs him by the collar. “What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Why did you trick me?! Tell me now!”

Of course, she doesn't wait for him to say anything before she continues—just like that other times.

“You clipped my wings. You got me pregnant and promised me a bright future.”

Weston wants to remind her that it was her idea that they have a kid together, but he doesn't say that. He won't. Not in front of their kid.

“You turned me into a house girlfriend, a fucking housegirlfriend at the age of twenty one, you wicked man!” She hits his chest.

“I'm sorry,” Weston mutters again even though she was the one who decided back then that she'd be a house girlfriend and he'd be the one to provide for the family.

“You made me blind. You made me a rebellious daughter. You…you made my parents disown me, you made a bad daughter then you…you…” she hits his chest really hard. “You blinded me with your stupid money and made me forget you didn't even finish high school.”

Weston glances at her. The words hit him really hard. He didn't finish high school.

“You're a failure, Weston and you have rubbed your failure on me. Are you going to rub it on your daughter too?”

“I'm not—”

She suddenly moves away from him and cleans her face with the back of her hand. “I regret giving birth to your daughter, but there is nothing I can do about it. I'll find something to do about her.”