Chapter 3
I slept on Lisa’s couch that night.
Emma slept in the guest room, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster.
I didn’t sleep at all.
I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment.
Every lie Michael had ever told.
Every time Sarah had canceled plans.
Every Thursday night he’d “worked late.”
How could I have been so blind?
Around three in the morning, my phone buzzed.
A text from Michael.
I’m so sorry. Please let me explain. I love you.
I stared at the words.
They meant nothing now.
Less than nothing.
Another text came through.
From Sarah.
Please call me. It’s not what you think.
Not what I think?
What part of “baby, are you coming over tonight” was I misunderstanding?
I turned off my phone.
I couldn’t deal with them.
Not then.
Not ever again, if I could help it.
The next morning, Lisa made us pancakes.
Emma tried to smile, but her eyes were red and puffy.
“Can I call Daddy?” she asked quietly.
My heart ached.
“Not today, baby. Maybe tomorrow.”
I knew I couldn’t keep her from her father forever.
But I needed time.
Time to think.
Time to plan.
Time to protect both of us.
After breakfast, Lisa handed me a business card.
“This is my cousin. She’s a divorce lawyer. One of the best. She’ll take care of you.”
I looked at the card.
Amanda Chen. Family Law Attorney.
“Thank you.”
Lisa squeezed my shoulder.
“You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here. Whatever you need.”
I called Amanda that afternoon.
She agreed to meet me the next day.
That night, I turned my phone back on.
Thirty-seven missed calls.
Twenty-two texts.
Most from Michael.
Some from Sarah.
A few from my mother, who’d apparently heard from Sarah and was demanding to know what was going on.
I took a deep breath and called my mother.
She answered immediately.
“Where are you? Sarah called, crying. She says you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
My blood ran cold.
Sarah had already gotten to her.
“Mom, can we talk? In person? I need to tell you something.”
“Of course, honey. Come over whenever you want.”
“Is Sarah there?”
There was a pause.
“Well, yes. She came over to talk about—”
“I’ll come when she’s gone.”
I hung up.
Of course Sarah was there.
Spinning her web of lies.
Making me look like the crazy one.
I should have expected it.
Sarah had always been the favorite.
The pretty one.
The charming one.
I was just… me.
Quiet. Steady. The one who always followed the rules.
And now she’d stolen my husband.
And she was trying to steal my family too.
Emma came and sat next to me on the couch.
“Mommy, are you okay?”
I pulled her close.
“I will be, baby. I promise.”
“Is Aunt Sarah coming to see us?”
I closed my eyes.
How do you explain this to an eight-year-old?
“Aunt Sarah and I need some time apart right now.”
“Why?”
“Because grown-ups sometimes have problems that take time to fix.”
Emma nodded, though I could tell she didn’t really understand.
“I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, baby. More than anything in the world.”
And that’s when I knew.
I would do whatever it took to protect her.
To give her a safe, happy life.
Even if it meant fighting my own sister.
Even if it meant destroying the life I’d built.
Michael and Sarah had taken everything from me.
My trust.
My marriage.
My relationship with my sister.
But they would not take my daughter.
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And they would not get away with it.
Not if I had anything to say about it.
