That evening, after dinner, I sat with Sarah on our worn-out couch, the fabric soft and familiar under my fingers, like a reminder of the life we\u2019d built\u2014one that I wanted to protect more fiercely than ever.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, you can\u2019t keep letting her do this,\u201d Sarah said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with the weight of years of unspoken tension. Her eyes, those same eyes that have seen through each of Victoria\u2019s manipulations, met mine with a quiet resolve.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I replied, feeling the words settle into the room like a promise. \u201cIt\u2019s time to make a change.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the city outside our window. I imagined Lucas and Maya, tucked safely into their beds, dreaming of concerts that felt just out of reach. I needed to be the parent who made those dreams attainable, not just another adult who let them down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to call her,\u201d I finally said, the decision solidifying in my chest. It felt like stepping off a ledge I\u2019d lingered on for far too long.<\/p>\n
Sarah nodded, her hand warm in mine. \u201cJust remember, you\u2019re doing this for us\u2014for Lucas and Maya.\u201d Her words were like a guiding light, cutting through the haze of guilt and obligation that had clouded my judgment for so many years.<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone, dialing Victoria\u2019s number with a newfound determination. Each ring seemed to echo through the room, a countdown to a conversation that was long overdue.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan,\u201d Victoria answered, her voice as smooth and unbothered as ever. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to talk to you about today,\u201d I said, trying to keep my voice steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, come on. Are we really going to make a big deal out of this?\u201d she replied, her tone dismissive, almost bored.<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath, letting it fill the spaces inside me that had been hollowed out by years of resentment. \u201cVictoria, this stops now. I can\u2019t keep supporting your lifestyle. I have my family to think about, and they come first.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause on the other end of the line, a silence that felt like a shifting tide. \u201cYou\u2019re serious,\u201d she said finally, her voice tinged with disbelief.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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