But then he sighed. “Look, the kid’s innocent. You’re the adult here. Can’t you just take the high road for once? I know it’s uncomfortable, but I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Something inside me snapped.
“Why does it always have to be me who suffers?” I asked softly. “Was I not innocent too?”
His gaze wavered.
Before he could respond, the boy came out of nowhere with a dinner fork and jabbed it into my thigh.
“Get out! You don’t belong here!” he screamed.
I shoved him away, hard. “This house is mine. I paid for it. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you.”
He burst into tears and ran straight into Lana’s arms.
I had bought this house to start a life with Micah after we got married. But clearly, he’d forgotten that. Instead, he’d decided it would be just the perfect little love nest for him, another woman and her child.
Lana wiped at her fake tears, looking tragically heartbroken. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come. We should probably leave now.”
But Micah stepped in immediately, stopping her. He looked genuinely upset.
Then he turned to me, anger flaring in his eyes. “It’s already dark out. Where can she go with a kid at this hour? Can’t you show a little compassion?”