« For two years, » replied Ethan, still calm. « We run a business together. And a family too, » he added, casting a tender look at our children.
Ashley had turned pale. « But Jason said that you… that you couldn’t… »
I nodded.
« Yes. I was told I would probably never be able to have children. I believed it for a long time. »
I then turned to Jason, without hatred, without sadness. Just with that quiet strength that truth gives.
« But it turns out the problem was never me. »
His mother slowly turned towards him, her eyes filled with horror.
« Jason… what have you done? »
He began to stammer, stringing together explanations, denials, and rationalizations, but nothing he said could compete with the image that everyone had before their eyes:
The woman he had treated as a failure held in her arms the very life he had claimed she could never bear.
His version of the story had just shattered, like his glass of champagne.
I didn’t stay long. I didn’t need to.
Everything that needed to be said had already been said, without another word.
As we were strapping our children into their car seats, ready to leave, Jason rushed towards us.
« Olivia… wait. »
I turned around, a slight smile on my lips.
« I didn’t think you… that you could… » He couldn’t finish his sentence.
« To be happy? » I added, gently but firmly. « Jason… you didn’t destroy my life. You set it free. »
His face slumped, not in rage, but in belated lucidity: he finally understood what he had truly lost.
We set off again, the afternoon sun flooding the car.
Ava laughed, Noah babbled, Ruby tapped her foot, Liam tugged at Ethan’s sleeve. It was noisy, chaotic, imperfect… and absolutely perfect.
I didn’t need to seek revenge.
My life, as I was now living it – full, loved, authentic – was the most shining proof there was.
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