the living room, the unopened envelope in his hands.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t flinch.
“She’s yours,” I said quietly, bitterness laced through every syllable. “Like I told you.”
He looked up, defensive.
“You think this was easy for me?”
And that’s when the fury came.
“Easy?” I asked, voice rising. “You abandoned me in the most vulnerable moment of my life. You let your mother threaten me. You didn’t trust me — or us.”
When I mentioned the threats, his expression shifted. “I didn’t know,” he muttered.
Emily, holding Sarah, walked into the room then. She’d heard enough.
“Maybe you should leave.”
And he did.
The Second Betrayal
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