I had just given birth when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “Take the bus home. I’m taking my family to hotpot.” Two hours later, his voice was shaking on the phone: “Claire… what did you do? Everything is gone.”

expensive clothes, their cold expressions, the car keys in Daniel’s hand… a car I had paid for.

My baby whimpered, and I held him tighter.

“Daniel,” I said quietly, “you’re really leaving me here alone?”

He leaned in close, his voice low. “Don’t look at me like that. You should be grateful my family accepted you after everything.”

Everything.

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