Five Minutes After Our Divorce, I Took My Kids and Left for London—While My Ex’s Entire Family Celebrated His Pregnant Mistress Until One Ultrasound Sentence Destroyed Everything…

frame and the relief disappeared.

“Catherine, can we talk privately?”

“No.”

His jaw tightened. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“I’m not stopping you from speaking to your children. I’m stopping you from controlling me.”

“That’s not fair.”

I nearly laughed. “Fair?”

He looked away. “I made mistakes.”

That word. Mistakes.

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