I didn’t have the money to fight, and everything was already stacked in Sean’s favor. By the end, after nine years of marriage, I was left with almost nothing.
Except for one thing.
The court allowed the children to remain under Peter’s roof, since that’s where I was living. It wasn’t everything, but it was enough.
When we got home that day, feeling like I had no other choice, I accepted Peter’s proposal. The kids were safe for now, but Sean still had joint custody, and I didn’t know what he might do next.
He showed up at his father’s house, furious.
Unfortunately, I was the only one home when he started pounding on the door.
“You think this is going to work?” he said when I opened it.
“I’m not doing this,” I replied, trying to close the door, but he jammed his foot in the frame.
“You already did, you [expletive]! Marrying my father?!”
I said nothing.
Sean let out a quiet laugh. “This isn’t over!”
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