When I looked up, Mark was crying—real tears. Emily, shaking with fury, shoved him.
“You destroyed everything. You destroyed us!”
In that moment, I saw how fragile their perfect marriage really was. Emily stormed off, leaving him standing alone. He called after her, but she never turned back.
Then his eyes met mine, raw and pleading. “Please, Claire. Let me be part of his life.”
I held Jacob close. “You made your choice. Don’t expect me to clean up the wreckage.”
And with that, I walked away—my son’s small hand in mine, leaving Mark standing in the ruins of his own making.
