“I spoke to the lawyer today,” I said. “The divorce papers will be ready next week.”
He didn’t move. His eyes stayed on the screen.
“I am.
This marriage is over.”
That finally made him look at me. His face was blank, cold. “You think you’re just going to take the kids?” he said.
“Just like that?”
I blinked, stunned. “I’m their mother, Ethan. I’m the one who feeds them.
Bathes them. Packs their lunches. Helps them sleep.
You’re barely even here.”
A small smirk formed on his face. “We’ll see what the court says.”
He didn’t bother to answer.
He simply turned back to the TV, dismissing me as though I were nothing more than background noise. I stared at the back of his head, and something inside me hardened. I wasn’t just fighting for myself.
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