Another shook her head. “Those poor babies.”
Our relatives were finally talking about Lily and Emma.
“Those poor babies.”
Gabriella’s voice broke into something raw. “If you lied about this, what else did you lie about?”
He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
“I want this annulled,” she said, her voice loud and shaking. “I’m not staying married to someone who practically abandons his own children.”
I found her anger ironic.
Tyler looked stunned, as if he truly believed he’d done nothing wrong.
“I want this annulled.”
Guests began filing toward the exits. Conversations overlapped.
“This is a mess.”
“I knew something felt off.”
“He moved on too fast.”
I felt Hannah take my hand, our mother already standing beside us with a smile.
“You ready?” she whispered.
I nodded.
“This is a mess.”
Before leaving, I looked at Gabriella one last time.
“Congratulations,” I said quietly. “You got the prize.”
There was no sarcasm in my tone, just the truth.
Tyler had thought he’d won when he walked out of our house. He thought he’d escaped diapers and responsibility and stepped into something shiny and new. He believed I would be too exhausted, too heartbroken, or too busy raising twins to ever challenge him.
He underestimated me.
He took for granted what a mother could do when her children were treated like optional expenses.
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