“Lauren, I’m so sorry for everything,” Stan blurted, his voice cracking.
“Please, can we talk? I need to see the kids. I need to make things right.”
“Make things right?” I asked.
“You haven’t seen your kids in over two years, Stan. You stopped paying child support. What exactly do you think you can fix now?”
“I know, I know,” he began.
“I messed up. Miranda and I…” He glanced at her nervously. “We made some bad decisions.”
“Oh, don’t blame this on me,” Miranda snapped, finally breaking her silence.
“You’re the one who lost all that money on a ‘surefire’ investment.”
“You’re the one who convinced me it was a good idea!” Stan shot back at her.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Well, you’re the one who bought me this,” she said, gesturing to her scuffed designer bag, “instead of saving for rent.”
I could feel the tension between them. It felt like years of resentment were now bubbling to the surface.
For the first time, I saw them not as the glamorous couple who had destroyed my marriage, but as two broken people who had destroyed themselves.
Finally, Miranda stood, adjusting her faded dress with a look of disgust.
“I stayed because of the child we had together,” she said coldly, her words directed more at me than at Stan. “But don’t think for a second I’m sticking around now.
You’re on your own, Stan.”
With that, she walked away, her heels clicking against the pavement, leaving Stan slumped in his chair. He watched her go and didn’t once stop her. Then, he turned back to me.
“Lauren, please.
Let me come by. Let me talk to the kids. I miss them so much.
I miss us.”
I stared at him for a long moment, searching his face for any trace of the man I had once loved. But all I saw was someone I barely recognized. A man who had traded everything for nothing.
I shook my head.
“Give me your number, Stan,” I said.
“If the kids want to talk to you, they’ll call. But you’re not walking back into my house.”
He flinched at the finality in my tone but nodded, scribbling his number on a scrap of paper.
“Thank you, Lauren,” he said. “I-I’d be grateful if they call me.”
I tucked it into my pocket without looking at it and turned away.
As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange sense of closure.
To be honest, it wasn’t revenge. But it was the realization that I didn’t need Stan to regret his choices for me to move on.
My kids and I had built a life full of love and resilience, and no one could take that away.
And for the first time in years, I smiled. Not because of Stan’s downfall, but because of how far we had come.
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