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My stomach dropped.

Mark continued angrily. “I was going to move the boys into a state facility so Emily could stop dragging me down!”

The words sliced through the room like a knife.

Several executives gasped. Arthur’s face turned pale.

That’s when Mark finally saw me. His voice stopped mid-rant. “Emily?”

Security guards rushed into the office after hearing the crash.

“I was going to move the boys into a state facility.”

“Wait. I want to say something.” I stepped forward slowly.

Mark stared at me like he had seen a ghost.

“You know,” I said quietly, “I actually came here to help you.”

Confusion crossed his face.

“I knew Arthur wasn’t really making you the CEO.”

Several board members exchanged surprised looks.

“I want to say something.”

“I planned on speaking on your behalf. I was going to ask Arthur to give you an entry-level job. I thought if you had a modest salary and some responsibility, you might stay involved in Lucas and Noah’s lives. They deserve a father.”

Mark said nothing.

Then I looked him straight in the eyes. “But after hearing what you just said about putting our sons in a facility, I won’t do that anymore.”

Mark’s expression shifted.

“They deserve a father.”

“I’m divorcing you, Mark.” The words felt strangely calm as they left my mouth.

Arthur nodded once.

Mark turned toward him angrily. “You’re siding with her?”

Arthur’s eyes were filled with disappointment. “I’m siding with my grandsons.” He pulled a folder from the table and opened it slowly. “I’ve already spoken with my attorney. I’m prepared to adopt Lucas and Noah legally. You will relinquish all parental rights.”

Mark stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t do that.”

“You’re siding with her?”

Arthur met his gaze. “I have the financial resources and the legal grounds.” He gestured toward me. “And Emily gets to decide.”

Mark looked back at me.

My voice softened. “I’m willing to let Arthur protect them.”

Mark’s face went pale. He swayed slightly. Then, without warning, he collapsed. His body hit the floor with a second heavy thud. Someone shouted for help.

Arthur immediately pulled out his phone.

“Emily gets to decide.”

The paramedics arrived within minutes. Mark was conscious by the time they loaded him onto the stretcher. One of them assured us it was likely stress and dehydration. He would recover. They wheeled him away.

Jessica didn’t escape consequences either.

The board launched an internal review that same afternoon. Within days, she was removed from her executive assistant position and reassigned to a basic administrative role far away from the leadership offices.

Arthur moved quickly after that morning.

The paramedics arrived within minutes.

***

Within two weeks, the medical trust was finalized. Three licensed nurses began rotating shifts at our house. For the first time since the accident, someone else monitored the boys.

One evening, I stood in the kitchen watching one of the nurses help Lucas practice standing exercises.

Someone knocked. When I opened the door, it was Arthur.

“You look rested,” he said.

I smiled. “I slept six hours last night.”

Someone knocked.

He chuckled. “That’s a luxury.”

I hesitated before speaking. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You already have.”

He nodded toward the boys. “Those two are the future of my family.”

***

A month later, I boarded a train for a quiet spa resort two hours away. The nurses had everything under control, and Arthur insisted I take a weekend for myself.