“I’m not asking you to choose,” I said gently. “I’m choosing.”
I looked down at Noah and Nora.
“They deserve better.”
Ethan swallowed hard. “What do you want me to do?”
“Set boundaries,” I said. “Real ones. Not temporary. Not convenient.”
“And if I can’t?”
I met his eyes.
“Then I will.”
That night, as the city lights flickered beyond the windows, I held my children close.
For years, I had hidden my strength.
Today, it had been forced into the light.
And I realized something I should have known all along—
I was never weak.
I was simply waiting for the moment I needed to be strong.
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