He caught up to me outside. “This is insane,” he snapped. “You walk in with paperwork, and suddenly I’m the villain?”
I turned to him. “You threw your children out in the rain.”
His mistress joined us. “You told me she was unstable,” she said.
“She is,” Mark insisted.
“No,” she replied. “She’s prepared. You lied to me.”
“Don’t you start, too!” he barked.
Her eyebrows arched. “You’ve been nothing but trouble, Mark. I’m done. Lose my number.”
She strode away, leaving him pale and small.
“Valerie,” he said, desperate. “We can still work this out. You were right. I was just stressed…”
I looked at him—the man who had kicked his crying twins and me out into the rain—and realized he had never expected me to survive him.
“I am working it out,” I said. “And I don’t need a disaster like you dragging me down.”
Then I got in the car and left him there.
He said he wanted out. He just never realized it would cost him everything.
