A few days later, David came home from one of his trips. I confronted him with the photos and the divorce papers. “It’s over, David. I know everything.”
David looked sh 0cked, but he didn’t deny it. “I’m sorry, Marie. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“It’s too late for apologies,” I replied, my voice cold. “I’m done.”
The worst blow came when Jake decided to live with David. “I want to be with Dad,” he replied, avoiding my eyes.
I felt my heart break all over again. “Why, Jake?” “After everything?”
“I just…” I cannot stay here, Mom. “I am sorry.”
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