Dylan stepped closer. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Jenna and the twins stay here. No one moves unless she decides it.”
Adam’s nostrils flared. “This is my apartment too.”
“For now,” Mason said. “But if you keep treating her like this, she won’t need you—or this apartment.”
Jenna’s heartbeat pounded as the truth finally broke free inside her.
She stood tall, her voice steady. “Adam, I’m not moving into a storage room. I’m done letting your family dictate my life. I’m making decisions that protect me and the twins.”
He stared at her, shocked by her sudden resolve.
She continued, “I needed support, and you gave me neglect. I needed a partner, and you vanished. Today, you crossed the line.”
Silence wrapped around them.
Adam’s shoulders sagged. “Fine. I—I’ll stay with my brother for a few days.”
“Good choice,” Dylan said.
When the door closed behind him, Jenna’s knees weakened. Mason caught her gently.
“You’re safe now,” he whispered.
Dylan squeezed her shoulder. “You’re never alone, Jen. You never were.”
Jenna looked at her sleeping babies, feeling strength she hadn’t known in months.
This wasn’t the end of her story.
It was the beginning of her standing on her own feet.