I shrugged. “I’m also canceling the return flights, so I hope you kept enough of your own money in your personal account for a last-minute flight home. Although, knowing you, Margaret probably handles your allowance.”
Margaret’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “This was supposed to be a family trip! You’re being vindictive!”
I met her gaze and didn’t blink.
“You tried to replace me while I was sleeping, Margaret. That’s not a family. That’s a conspiracy.”
That landed. She actually flinched.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I added, looking back at Mark. “You followed your mother’s instructions instead of standing up for your wife. You’re not a husband. You’re a passenger in your own life.”
Mark said nothing. He just stood there, looking at the floor.
I turned around and walked out.
That evening, I sat alone at the airport bar.
It wasn’t the Florida vacation I had imagined. My phone buzzed every few minutes with refund confirmations and texts from Mark.
“Please talk to me.”
“Mom is crying.”
“We have nowhere to stay.”
I didn’t open them. I just swiped them away.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel confused. I didn’t feel like I was trying to solve a puzzle that had missing pieces.
The air didn’t feel thin anymore.
I felt finished. And honestly? I’ve never felt better.
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