For a second, no one moved. Alyssa’s face drained of color. Cole looked like someone had pulled the floor out from under him.
I stepped toward Cole. “I’m going home. To our children.”
“We need to talk.”
“We will,” I said. “Through lawyers. You made a choice, and I’m done cleaning up after it. Don’t come back.”
He stood there, speechless. Alyssa just stared at him like she’d realized too late that she’d hitched her future to a man who couldn’t hold it together.
I walked away.
“I’m going home.”
**
At home, the kids were waiting for me. I crouched down and hugged them all in turn. Rose held onto me a little longer.
“Is Daddy coming home?”
“No, baby,” I said gently. “Not today.”
She frowned. “Tomorrow?”
I took a breath. “Maybe not for a while,” I said. “But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Now I was finally choosing myself, and my kids.
He had made his choice. So had I.
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