The apartment was enormous—gleaming windows, expensive décor, everything staged and spotless. Brianna, wrapped in a silk robe, stared at me with annoyance instead of shame.
I turned fully to Jason. “Hannah slept on the street last night.”
His jaw tightened.
“I found her shivering in the cold because you sold the house she lived in. Because you walked away from your marriage, from every responsibility, and from basic decency.”
He opened his mouth, but I raised a hand.
“I’m not here for money,” I said. “I’m here to make something clear. Hannah is staying with me now. She will have safety, food, and support. Everything you stripped from her. And while she rebuilds her life with people who actually care, you will face the reality of what you did.”
Brianna scoffed, but I didn’t look at her.
“You left her with nothing,” I said to him quietly. “But she will get her life back. And you? You get to live knowing she slept on concrete while you slept on silk sheets.”
For the first time, he looked small.
