“Skylar, I’m swamped with work. I really can’t take any time off,” he’d said.
Yet now, for Kaia, he had effortlessly requested two months of leave. When his company denied it, he didn’t blink before resigning outright.
The cracks widened further when Kaia wandered through the house one afternoon, only to trip over a package I had left by the door. She hit her forehead on the sharp corner of the counter, leaving a red welt behind.
Kael’s reaction was immediate and fierce. His eyes filled with panic as he scooped her into his arms, his voice a cold reprimand.
“Skylar! If you can’t keep your things in order, then throw them out! All of it!”
“Take your pile of junk and get out!”
He didn’t even glance my way as he stormed out, holding Kaia close, rushing her to the hospital like she was his world.
He didn’t notice my trembling hand clutching my stomach or how pale I had grown from the sharp pain flaring within me. My stomach problems were back, a relentless reminder of all the times he’d overlooked me.
As his figure disappeared through the doorway, I whispered a quiet promise to myself. “Alright.”
If this was what he wanted, I would grant his wish.