His sister, Jessica, stood nearby, arms crossed, her voice cutting in without hesitation. “Exactly. Mark is moving on with someone who can actually give this family a son. Who would want a washed-up woman with two kids anyway?”
The words were meant to hurt. Maybe once they would have. But after years of enduring their cruelty, I had grown numb to it.
I simply reached into my bag, pulled out a set of keys, and slid them across the table.
“The condo,” I said calmly. “We cleared out everything yesterday.”
Mark smirked. “Finally learning your place, Emily.”
“What isn’t yours never stays yours,” Jessica added smugly.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I took out two passports and held them up.
“Mark, the visas came through last week. I’m taking Noah and Lily to London. For good.”
His expression froze. Jessica reacted first.
“Are you out of your mind?” she snapped. “Do you even know how expensive that is? Where would you get that kind of money?”
I looked at them quietly. “That’s no longer your concern.”
Right then, a black luxury SUV pulled up outside. A driver stepped out, opening the door respectfully.
“Miss Emily, the car is ready.”
Mark’s face darkened. “What is this?”