I Was 8 Months Pregnant When My Husband Traded Our Family for a Fitness Model – The Gift I Sent to Their Wedding Altar Left the Guests in Total Shock

“Do what, exactly, sweetie?”

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He exhaled through his nose like I was exhausting him with facts. “I want peace for once in my life.”

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It wasn’t because he was leaving; it was because he’d already rewritten us into a burden.

A shadow moved in the doorway. It was Margot, my oldest, standing there with a basket of folded laundry pressed to her chest.

“Mom?” she said. Then she looked at Evan. “Dad? Are you going somewhere?”

I answered before he could. “Go make sure George washed his hands for dinner, honey. Your brother’s hands are always messy.”

She didn’t move.

“Margot.”

She swallowed. “Okay, Mom.”

“I want peace for once in my life.”