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But maybe I owe it to our baby to walk away now.

To start choosing myself.

“I’d like to stay here,” I announce.

Wyatt frowns. “I already told you. I have work to do. We’ll stop by for breakfast before leaving for LA.”

I shake my head. “I didn’t mean with you. I’d like to stay here.” I draw in a deep breath. “Alone.”

Wyatt steps toward me, grabbing my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles. “But we promised to spend some time together.”

I pull my hand from his, holding my head high. “Which I now realize was a mistake. There’s no working things out anymore.” I swallow hard but push down my nerves. “I don’t love you, Wyatt.”

“What?” His muscles tense, his face flushing red. “Did your brother say something? He’s never liked me, but for Christ’s sake, Wynter. You’re carrying my child.”

“Our,” I correct.

“What?”

“I’m carrying our child. And he or she will still be our child. But I can’t stay married to you. Not after what you did. How you made a fool out of me.”

“Is this about those fucking earrings again? What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Fine. I’m sorry I slept with Lila. But what did you expect when you were essentially gatekeeping when we could and couldn’t have sex over the past year?”

“It’s not just the earrings. Or your infidelity. We were broken long before that.” I glance at my dad, who gives me a small nod of encouragement before I return my gaze to Wyatt. “It just took me this long to realize it.”

His chest heaves, his face darkening by the second. Then he turns toward my father.

“Do something,” he demands, spittle forming in the corner of his mouth. “Tell her she’s being irrational. You see it, don’t you? You see she’s not thinking clearly. It’s just the pregnancy hormones messing with her head.”

Dad steps beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Wynter’s my daughter. I respect her judgment and her decision. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do the same.”

“Do you know she cheated, too? She admitted it. Said she’s been sleeping with someone while she’s been here. While she’s been pregnant with my child, she’s been whoring it up⁠—”

He doesn’t have a chance to get another word out before my dad’s fist connects with his jaw, the crack echoing through the room as Wyatt’s head snaps to the side.

I’ve seen my father angry before. Seen him shout at referees, coaches, players.

But I’ve never seen him like this.

His entire body is rigid, his eyes like ice.

“No one talks about my daughter that way.” His voice is low. Deadly. “Now get out of my house.”

“You…” Wyatt seethes, pinning his glare on me as he rubs his jaw. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

“I look forward to it,” I say with a saccharine smile.

Wyatt looks between Dad and me, as if expecting one of us to cave. But we don’t.

He spins on his heel and storms down the hallway, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house, followed by the front door slamming shut.

Then he’s gone.

A strange feeling of calm settles over me. But it’s more than that. I feel lighter than I have in years. Even more so than when I first learned Wyatt hadn’t been faithful. Because this time, there’s no trying to make it work.

And I couldn’t be happier.

Dad turns toward me, the anger draining from his face as he pulls me into a hug.