I shoved him away and snapped, "If she needs someone to love her, she can just find someone else! Why does it have to be you?"
"Listen," he said, "I'm the only one she trusts."
That made me laugh so bitterly that tears began to well up. "So, sleeping with her in my bed—was that part of her therapy too? Did she also want a kid with you, huh?"
Before Jonas could reply, Ashier stepped forward. "It's me! I'm the one who wants Momma Mitch to have a baby sister for me!"
Right then, Mitch walked out of the bedroom, rubbing her sleepy eyes, wearing my pajamas.
"What's going on?" she asked groggily.
Jonas and Ashier rushed to her side, speaking in unison. "Nothing. Go back to sleep. We'll handle this."
From behind them, Mitch shot me a smug, triumphant look.
At that moment, I didn't even bother packing. I just rushed straight out the door.
I didn't want him or our son anymore.
I went straight back to my parents' place.
It had been 10 years since I'd seen them, and the moment they saw me, they hugged me with tears in their eyes.
Mon and Dad asked me over and over if I was sure about this—if I'd really thought through the decision to marry someone else.