When my Daughter was Kidnapped, My Husband Laughed so I left — Novel

For a moment, the room spun. I couldn’t breathe. They were accusing me—again—while my baby was out there suffering... And it was even my enemy who saved her.

“Fine,” I said finally, my voice hollow. “Think what you want. If you want Gwen dead, then so be it. At least I won’t have to live tied to a man like you. Because Leandro, you’ve done nothing but disappoint me.”

And with that, I turned and walked away before my legs gave out.

Inside my room, I collapsed onto the bed, clutching my mother’s necklace, letting the last of my tears fall. My decision had already been made.

I picked up the phone, dialed a number I’d been saving for years. When the line connected, my voice came steady, unshaken for the first time.

“Hello, attorney? This is Emerald. I want to file for divorce.”

There was a pause on the other end, the kind that makes your throat tighten even when you’ve already made up your mind.