— “Where are we supposed to go?” she asked, her voice barely holding together.
Daniel shrugged.
— “That’s not my problem anymore.”
No anger. No shouting. No explanation.
Just indifference.
And somehow, that hurt more than betrayal ever could.
Silently, with trembling hands, Emily packed a few clothes. The children didn’t fully understand, but they felt it—the heaviness in the air, the collapse of something they couldn’t name.
When she walked out, no one stopped her.
No one… except the woman.
The supposed mistress.
Emily expected cruelty—maybe a smirk, a cutting remark, a look of triumph.
Instead, the woman followed them into the rain and approached slowly.
She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope.
— “Take this.”
Emily stepped back.
— “I don’t want it.”
It was all she had left—her pride.
But the woman gently pressed the envelope into her hands anyway.
— “Do it for them,” she said softly, glancing at the children.
Emily’s fingers closed around it before she even realized.
— “Why?” she asked, confused.
The woman leaned closer.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
— “Come back in three days… there will be a surprise.”
Emily froze.
A surprise?
After everything that had just happened?