He arrived disheveled and furious, no longer the confident man I once knew.
“You’re overreacting,” he said. “Love happens. You should act like an adult.”
I listened calmly.
“Maturity also means accepting consequences,” I replied. “Betrayal has costs.”
When he demanded money for rent and medical expenses related to the pregnancy, I told him he should speak with his new wife’s family.
For years I had paid his debts and supported his mother.
That ended the moment respect disappeared.
The divorce moved quickly thanks to the prenuptial agreement he once mocked as unnecessary.
In court he looked smaller somehow, without the illusion of wealth surrounding him.
Marina avoided my eyes entirely.
