Susan shot him a look, but the damage was done. Mark’s jaw twitched. Jesus Christ.
And just like that, I saw it. The crack. The tiny fracture in his carefully built loyalty to his parents.
The moment he realized I hadn’t been wrong. That I had never been wrong. Mark turned back to me.
For the first time, he actually looked unsure. I stared at him, waiting. Waiting to see if he would finally say something that mattered.
But then? He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. I can fix this. My stomach dropped.
That was his first instinct? Not an apology. Not regret. Just fixing the optics.
I leaned back, exhaling slowly. You really don’t get it, do you? Silence. I stood up, adjusting my bag.
I’m not coming back, Mark. That snapped him out of it. Wait, what? I’m done.
His eyes widened. You’re serious? Sarah snorted. Dude.
How have you not figured that out by now? Susan’s voice rose. This is ridiculous. You’re throwing away your marriage over a misunderstanding.
I shook my head. No, Susan. You threw it away.
You and Richard and your sick, twisted way of treating people. Mark was just too weak to stop it. Mark reached for my arm, but I stepped back.
Wait, let’s talk about this, I held up my hand. No, Mark. You talk.
You make excuses. You let them control you. But I? I’m done listening.
I grabbed my phone and walked to the door. Mark’s voice was almost desperate now. Wait, where are you going? I turned back, staring at him one last time.
I’m leaving. Susan scoffed. You can’t just leave a marriage.
I met her gaze, my expression unreadable. Watch me. Then I walked out the door.
It took six months to finalize the divorce. Mark tried everything, begging, blaming, even accusing me of overreacting, but I never looked back. Sarah stayed in touch.
She told me things imploded after I left. Apparently, Mark finally confronted his parents, and it wasn’t pretty. Richard called him weak.
Susan cried, saying I had brainwashed him. For the first time, Mark saw them for what they really were. It didn’t change anything for me.
I was already gone. I moved back to Charleston permanently. I found a new apartment, reconnected with old friends, and started rebuilding my life.
One night, months later, I got a text from an unknown number. Mark, I see it now. I’m sorry.
I stared at it for a long time. Then I deleted it. Because for the first time in years, I was free.