Aldrin’s eyes narrowed. “That makes sense. Like father, like daughter. Both con artists.”
The room spun. I couldn’t breathe. They were accusing me—again—while my child was suffering. While the man they hated had already saved her.
“Fine,” I said at last, my voice empty. “Believe whatever you want. If you’re willing to let Sienna die, then do it. At least I won’t be chained to a man like you anymore. You’ve done nothing but fail me, Aldrin.”
I turned away before my legs collapsed beneath me.
Back in my room, I fell onto the bed, clutching my mother’s necklace as silent tears soaked the sheets. My choice was already clear.
I reached for my phone and dialed a number I’d kept for years.
When the call connected, my voice was calm for the first time in days.
“Hello, counselor. This is Amara. I want to file for divorce.”
“Hello, this is Amara speaking. I want to proceed with filing for a divorce.”
The silence on the other end stretched, heavy and uncomfortable, the kind that makes your chest tighten even when your decision is already carved in stone.