There was no edge in my voice.
No bitterness.
And somehow… that made it worse.
Daniel lowered his voice. “We can fix this.”
“No.”
“I’ll make it right.”
I let out a small laugh.
“With what?”
He didn’t answer.
“Everything you have,” I said, “came from me.”
His shoulders dropped.
Chloe looked at him, confusion turning into something sharper.
“Daniel… is that true?”
He said nothing.
And that silence said more than any explanation ever could.
She stepped back.
“You don’t actually own anything?” she asked.
“It’s complicated,” he muttered.
“Nothing?” she pressed.
I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t need to.
The truth had already taken its place in the room.
Chloe’s expression changed completely.
“You lied to me.”
“No—”
“You lied.”
Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach.
“You told me everything was yours.”
Daniel looked down.
“I was going to fix it—”
“When?”
He had no answer.
And she understood.
Fully.
“I can’t do this,” she said quietly.
Then she turned and walked out.
Just like that.
No hesitation.
No goodbye.
Daniel went after her. “Chloe, wait—”
But she didn’t.
He came back alone.
Finally.
Stripped of everything.
“Sophia…” he said softly.
“No.”
I raised my hand.
“Don’t.”
He stopped.
“There’s nothing left to say.”