"Uh... no, you misheard," Ava stammered.

"Mom, we all heard it. Who's getting married?" Morticia asked, intrigued.

When Ava didn't respond, Klaus stood and dialed a number.

"Klaus," Ava tried to stop him, but he dashed out. Luckily, the person on the other end picked up just in time.

"Hello, son."

"Dad," Klaus kept his voice steady. "Mom told me about the wedding. How's it going?"

"She did?" His father's tone was surprised, and Klaus frowned. "I'm sorry, son. I needed a woman in my life, and your mother isn't..."

"Fuck! You're getting married?!" Klaus yelled, his fury igniting.

"What? We are divorced, Klaus."

"Divorce? Are you fucking kidding me?!...