The next morning, I called a lawyer.
By the time Alex came home that evening, Sarah and I were gone. Emily welcomed us without question.
During the divorce, I kept the house. The car. Most importantly, I kept Sarah’s stability.
He pays generous child support. But the emotional debt? That’s his to carry.
Life Now: Healing, Slowly
Sarah is thriving. Her laugh fills the rooms that were once echoing with grief. She’s growing into a curious, joyful little soul — a mirror of the love she was born from, not the betrayal that followed.
As for me, I’m still healing. Piece by piece. Day by day.
There are still moments when the past whispers in my ear. But I remind myself: I didn’t break our family. I protected it.
Because love means nothing without trust.
And when trust is shattered, sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is leave.
Not out of anger. But out of love — for yourself, and for the future you deserve.
