She turned to me, her expression hard. “But it could’ve been better for all of them if you’d just listened to me.”
I met her gaze steadily.
“No, Gaby. It wouldn’t have been better. It would’ve been unfair and disrespectful.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but I held up a hand.
“This discussion is over. It has been for months.”
As she stormed off, a surge of sadness and relief engulfed me. Gaby had shown her true colors, and while it pained me to see our marriage strained, I knew I’d done the right thing.
She’d learned quickly that I wasn’t a pushover.
If she thought she could waltz into our lives and rewrite the rules for her benefit, she had another thing coming.
This was the wake-up call she needed, harsh as it might be.
I’d made my stance crystal clear: Edith’s legacy for our children was untouchable. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
And seeing Gaby come to terms with the fact that she couldn’t manipulate or bully me into submission? It was worth every second!
As I watched my daughters laugh and play, my heart swelled with a determination to be the best father I could be.
I’d protected what mattered most: their future and the memory of their mother. Whatever challenges lay ahead with Gaby, I knew I’d face them head-on, just as I’d done from the start.
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