Here we go.
“Where have you been?”
I dropped my bag quietly by the door.
“I told you. Mom needed help…”
“Cut the crap, Marley! My mother was at the restaurant tonight. You know what she saw?”
I said nothing. My mouth tasted like metal.
“She saw her daughter-in-law playing waitress like some failed college kid. In front of everyone. And you lied to me. For weeks.”
“I did what I had to do. For Lucas.”
“You humiliated this family.”
“No. You did. When you let your mother treat me like dirt. When you made my son feel like he wasn’t yours.”
“I’ve tried with that boy. But he’s not my responsibility. And now you’re sneaking around, making us look like fools?”
“You don’t get to talk about responsibility. Not after what I found.” He froze. I kept going. “Lily. The woman who ‘inspires’ you?”
“She’s just a friend.”
“A friend who’s being groomed as your next wife while I’m still washing your dishes?”
“You’re being irrational. You’re exhausted. This waitress thing—it’s gotten to YOUR head.”
“And you think sleeping with someone else hasn’t gotten to yours?”
Silence.
“I’m done, Roy. I packed a bag.”
He laughed. Out loud.
“Don’t kid yourself, Marley. You don’t have money. And this house? It’s mine.”
“Actually… I got a call this morning.”
Roy’s smirk faded slightly.
“That project I was working on during my ‘silly little internship’? Investors saw it. Loved it. They offered me a full-time position. I’m leading the whole department.”
Roy blinked.
“And guess what? It comes with a relocation package. Furnished apartment. Health insurance. School support for Lucas.”
He opened his mouth, but I wasn’t done.
“And yes, I’ll be seeing you in court. I’ve already spoken to a lawyer.”
“Oh, please. You’ve got nothing on me.”
I pulled out my phone. Opened the gallery. Flipped to the photo: Roy and Lily, her hand on his thigh, their lips touching. Clear as day.
“You staged this!”
“I saw you with her weeks ago. That night, you said you were ‘stuck in traffic’? You were with Lily. Where I was waitressing.”
“I hate everything about you and your son! For years.”
“I knew you’d try to gaslight me. So I waited. I let your mother humiliate me. I carried trays and cried in bathrooms. All because I had a plan.”
I paused. Looked him straight in the eye.
“And tonight, Roy? Tonight, you’re the one being served. My dish is cold, but perfectly plated.”
I rushed outside. Lucas stood there with a small duffel bag. Then I closed the door behind us. And never look back.
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