I was nursing the twins when my husband said coldly, “Pack up—we’re moving to my mother’s. My brother gets your apartment. You’ll sleep in the storage room.” My hands shook with rage. Then the doorbell rang… and my husband went pale when he saw my two CEO brothers.

“I’m not leaving,” she said. “I’m choosing myself.”

They left.

In Ethan’s penthouse, her brothers settled the twins in their arms like they’d been waiting years to take care of her again.

“You stay as long as you need,” Ethan said softly.

“No pressure, no judgment,” Marcus added. “And we’ll handle anything that needs to be handled.”

Emily felt tears but this time, they were tears of relief.

That night, standing in a warm guest room above the city lights, holding her babies close, Emily realized she didn’t know what her future would look like.

But she knew one truth:

She would never again let anyone treat her like an afterthought.