her a consultation with my lawyer. If she decides to divorce you, I will support her.”

“Mom, please, I’ll fix it. I’ll apologize. I’ll do anything.”

“Mom, please, I’ll fix it. I’ll apologize. I’ll do anything.”

Then she said the words that ended all his excuses.

“I will support her.”

“I will support her.”

“I raised you better than this, Ryan. Or at least I thought I did. Today, you find out which version of you actually exists.”

She turned back to me and held out her hand.

I took it.

I looked down at Ryan, still on his knees, still reaching.

Advertisement