The next morning, I deep-cleaned the house and finally brought the twins into the living room. Even they seemed more settled after Derek had left.
But since the night before, Derek had been blowing up my phone. He texted, begging to come back. He blamed work stress, the stress of two newborn babies, and having to provide while I was still on maternity leave.
He asked for another chance.
He texted, begging to come back.
I just sent one text back:
“You risked our children’s lives, Derek. Everything you’ve done is unforgivable. Do not contact me unless it’s through a lawyer.”
And that’s what I want you to understand.
Sometimes, the thing that almost shatters you, the lie, the affair, the virus, is the thing that finally sets you free.
Derek was the one who brought a virus into our home, and it turns out that I’m the one who has to heal from it.
And that’s what I want you to understand.
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