His tone was cutting. “If you can produce your divorce certificate in one week, then maybe I’ll consider helping you.”
The line went dead.
I sank to the floor, the phone slipping from my hand, my tears soaking the tiles.
By the time I ended the call, rage took over me. I stormed into the house, ready to rip the mask off his face.
The moment Jason saw me, his expression softened with fake concern. Before I could speak, he wrapped me in his arms, his hand rubbing the back of my neck.
“I heard the news, darling. I’m so sorry,” he whispered against my hair.
I tried pushing him away, my body trembling with fury, but he held on tighter.
“This is all your fault, you bastard!” I shouted.
“I know… I never should’ve let Chloe pick our son up. It’s all my fault. I failed you,” his voice cracked as he buried his face in my hair.
If I hadn’t overheard his conversation with Mark, if I hadn’t seen that smug smirk they shared before I walked in, I would’ve believed him. His tears almost fooled me.
“I’ll make sure Chloe pays for what she’s done,” he sobbed.