His sister, Lauren Cole, stood by the door with her arms crossed, watching everything like a spectator at a show she had been waiting years to see.
“Exactly,” she added coldly.
“My brother finally gets a real future. A woman who can actually give this family a son.”
Her eyes flicked toward me, filled with open disdain.
“Not some worn-out housewife dragging two kids behind her.”
The words lingered in the air.
Once, they would have destroyed me.
Now?
They barely touched me.
Because somewhere along the way… I had stopped expecting kindness from them.
Without saying a word, I reached into my bag and placed a set of keys on the table.
“The condo,” I said calmly. “We moved out yesterday.”
Ethan smirked.
“Good. At least you learned something.”
I didn’t respond.
Instead, I took out two navy-blue passports and placed them beside the keys.
“I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London,” I said. “Permanently.”
That caught his attention.
The smirk vanished.
“What?” he frowned.
Lauren scoffed. “London? With what money? You can’t even afford—”
“Money,” I interrupted quietly, “is no longer your concern.”
