“There it is,” I said softly.
He flinched. “I didn’t mean—”
“You thought I was permanent,” I continued. “Unmovable. That I would always adjust, always forgive, always pay.”
Tears welled in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to erase you.”
“But you did,” I replied. “Publicly. Deliberately.”
He took a step closer. “Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll apologize publicly. I’ll cut off my in-laws. I’ll—”
I raised my hand gently.
“Ethan,” I said, “do you know what hurts the most?”
He shook his head.
“That you only realized my value when you thought you were losing something,” I said. “Not me. My money. My security. My usefulness.”
He sobbed then, openly.
“I was wrong,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “And being wrong has consequences.”
He stared at me in disbelief. “You’re really doing this. You’re choosing a foundation over your own son.”
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