Brent stood up and silently removed his wedding ring.
“They are my blood, Cammie. I can’t abandon them. I am their father, too.”
He looked at me—without a hint of guilt.
“If you can’t let this go, then I’ll move out for now.”
I clenched my fists, losing all hope.
“Then let’s get a divorce, Brent!”
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It was then that my father shot up, and his big hand landed on my face.
“Brent has been such a good husband to you, and you dare divorce him? I could put you in a wheelchair right now!”
My cousin chimed in frantically, “Camryn, do you know how much Brent has done for us? It’s just a couple of kids! He’s not even asking you to spend a dime to raise them! How could you throw away your marriage for such a small matter?”
As everyone tried to convince me to stay, Brent’s face darkened.
He frowned and finally spoke.
“Cammie, that’s not what I meant.”
Pain stabbed through my chest. I lifted my head, forcing back the lump in my throat.
“It doesn’t matter what you meant anymore, Brent. You broke our vows.”
His expression turned cold and unreadable.
“We’ve been through so much together, Cammie. After all these years, I thought you’d understand me.