“Besides, children are straightforward. They say what they think. We adults shouldn’t be teaching them to lie from such a young age, right?”
His words came through clearly on the video call.
Emily’s lips curled into the faintest smirk before she quickly pressed them together, putting on an innocent, apologetic expression.
I trembled—not with anger, but with disappointment.
Ten years ago, I gave up a high-paying job and followed Jason to New York City, pouring all my energy into the little home we built together.
And this was my reward: open disdain from both my husband and my son.
So all my sacrifice and devotion—worthless to them. Nothing.
I had had enough.
I stood up suddenly, ignoring Jason’s mockery, Ethan’s disdain, and Emily’s fake concern on the screen. I walked straight into the study.
I quickly printed out the divorce agreement and slammed it down on the table.
“Jason, let’s get a divorce!”
Jason glanced at the document, stunned for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter as if I had told the world’s funniest joke.
“Rachel, are you out of your mind?”