I’D ALSO BEEN MAKING CALLS.

Lorraine herself stood in the living room, arms crossed, eyes sharp with something like anticipation.

“Oh, you actually had the nerve to show your face here after humiliating us online.”

Jake appeared behind her, jaw clenched tight.

“Did you enjoy it? Playing the victim in that place?”

I squared my shoulders and braced myself for the fight of my life.

JAKE APPEARED BEHIND HER, JAW CLENCHED TIGHT.

“I didn’t choose the place, Jake. You did.”

He scoffed, and I heard his mother in the sound. “What did you expect, a five-star resort? Do you know how much that motel cost?”

“Do you know how little it offered?”

My husband threw up his hands, exasperated. “Why do you have to be so dramatic?”

HE SCOFFED.

“Dramatic? You forced me out of my own home because she,” I pointed at Lorraine, “threw a tantrum.”

Lorraine lifted her chin.

“I gave him this house. I have every right to stay here. All I did was tell him my terms.”

I gestured to Jake. “And you followed them.”

He pressed his lips together.

LORRAINE LIFTED HER CHIN.
“That’s how this works,” Lorraine said calmly. “I’m his mother. What I say goes.”

I turned to Jake. “Is that right?”

He wouldn’t look at me.

“I guess that’s my answer.”

Then I reached into my purse.

HE WOULDN’T LOOK AT ME.

I pulled out an envelope and held it out to him.

He stared at it like it might bite him.

“What is that?”

Lorraine snatched the envelope before he could move, and before I could answer.

She tore it open, scanned the top page, and stiffened.

Her face went pale, then redder than a firetruck.

LORRAINE SNATCHED THE ENVELOPE.

“Divorce? This is ridiculous!” Lorraine tossed the envelope aside. “You can’t just walk away.”

My husband picked up the divorce papers. He sank into the chair as he read them.

He finally looked me in the eye. “You’re really doing this?”

I nodded. “I learned exactly where I stand when you not only asked me to leave, but expected me to stay in a crummy motel. You might not think I’m worth more than that, but I do.”

Then I walked out.

HE SANK INTO THE CHAIR AS HE READ THEM.

The door closed behind me, and I heard nothing from inside. No protests, no apologies, and nobody running after me.

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