The room grew silent as my voice cut through the tension like a knife. I could feel their eyes on me, expecting resignation or perhaps anger. But I was past feeling anything for their betrayal — no tears left to shed. I took a breath and continued, my voice unwavering.
“This house, the one you’re all sitting in, was a gift from my mother. It’s in my name, and I have no intentions of leaving. If anyone should be leaving, it’s those who betrayed and disrespected the sanctity of our marriage. That includes you, Adrian.”
Adrian’s face turned a shade paler. My words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implications. I could see the realization dawning on him and the rest of them: they had no right to ask me to leave. The power they thought they held over me vanished, replaced by the cold truth of reality.
