I froze.
“I’m raising our children.”
“And I’m trying to build a future,” Mark snapped.
Then he added the sentence that shattered something inside me.
“You’re just not appealing anymore.”
“I’m raising our children.”
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Two days later, Mark’s father came to visit the boys.
That afternoon, Arthur sat on the living room floor while Lucas showed him how he could move his leg a few inches with the help of a resistance band.
Arthur clapped as if Lucas had won an Olympic medal.
“Look at that strength!” he said proudly.
Lucas beamed.
I couldn’t bear watching the boys’ grandfather treat them better than their father, so I quickly retreated to the kitchen.
“Look at that strength!”
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After a while, Arthur followed and found me crying.
“Emily,” he said gently. “What’s wrong?”
I wanted to brush it off, but his sincere eyes forced the truth out of me.
The words spilled out before I could stop them.
The affair, hotel messages, insults, and the incident when Lucas fell.
Arthur listened carefully.
When I finished, his expression had turned ice-cold.
“What’s wrong?”
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Finally, he spoke.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m calling Mark at headquarters at 8 a.m. I’ll tell him he’s finally becoming CEO.”
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