Chapter 4 - Packing My Essentials And Leaving The Suburban House
I grabbed my half-packed hospital bag off the nursery floor where Eleanor had thrown it three days ago.
Throwing my clothes into a duffel bag, I ignored Mark as he stood in the doorway watching me impassively.
“You can’t leave in the middle of the night while you’re this pregnant, Clara!” Mark snapped, crossing his arms.
“Watch me,” I replied, zipping my bag shut with a sharp, definitive motion.
“If you walk out that door, you’ll never see a dime of my income, and I’ll ruin you in court,” he threatened.
I walked past him without breaking my stride, my focus entirely centered on protecting the life growing inside me.
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Driving away from the suburban house into the dark Manhattan night, I felt a strange sense of liberation.
The man I had trusted with my entire heart was gone, leaving behind only an adversary I needed to defeat.
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