He signed with a sharp, careless stroke and tossed the pen onto the table like he was closing a deal—not ending a marriage.
“There’s nothing to argue about,” he said flatly. “The condo was mine before the marriage. The car is mine.”
He shrugged.
“As for the kids… if she wants them, she can take them. Saves me the trouble.”
Something inside my chest tightened—but it didn’t break.
Not anymore.
His sister, Lauren, stood near the door, arms crossed, watching like a spectator at a show she had been waiting years to see.
“Exactly,” she added coldly.
“My brother finally gets a real future. A woman who can actually give this family a son.”
Her eyes flicked toward me with open disdain.
“Not some worn-out housewife dragging two kids behind her.”
The words hung in the air.
Once, they would’ve destroyed me.
Now?
They barely touched me.
Because somewhere along the way… I had already stopped expecting kindness from them.
Without a word, I reached into my bag and placed a set of keys on the table.
“The condo,” I said calmly. “We moved out yesterday.”
Ethan smirked.
“Good. At least you learned something.”
I didn’t respond.
Instead, I pulled out two navy-blue passports and placed them beside the keys.
“I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London,” I said. “Permanently.”
That got his attention.
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