Jason’s mother asked, “Whose children are these?”
“My children,” I replied calmly. “Ava, Noah, Ruby, and Liam Bennett.”
Ethan stepped forward. “I’m her husband,” he said.
The words hung in the air. Jason stammered, tried to explain, but the truth was undeniable. His carefully constructed story shattered like the glass on the floor.
I didn’t stay long. Truth was enough. As we buckled the children into the car, Jason called out.
“Olivia… wait.”
I stopped. “Will you find happiness?” I asked softly. “Jason… you didn’t end my life. You set it free.”
He realized what he’d lost. We drove away, sunlight streaming through the windows, four joyful voices filling the car. I didn’t need revenge. My life had become the answer.
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