"Thank you for inviting us to Dad Sebastian's birthday, Mom," I pretended not to know about it yet.
"Oh, you were actually the first ones he wanted to invite. When do you plan to visit him?" Mom Alice asked, discreetly glancing at Damian.
"Why? Is he dying? I might reconsider," Damian replied nonchalantly.
"Damian, come on!" I scolded him and tapped his arm.
Mom Alice sighed. "Let him, dear. We're used to your husband's mouth." She added.
My cheeks flushed at her words. I still wasn't used to hearing Damian referred to as my husband.
"Please forgive him, Mom," I said because they didn't know that Damian had already told me the reason behind his rift with his father.
"Speaking of which, don't you have any plans to buy or build your own house? There's a vacant lot near where we live,"
