“No, Brian,” I said, staring at the man I had once thought would grow old with me. “We can’t fix something that was never real. You used Kiara and me. And I refuse to let our daughter grow up thinking this is what love looks like.”
He sat down on the bed, stunned, as if the idea of consequences had never crossed his mind.
“What am I supposed to tell her?” he asked.
I turned toward the door.
“Tell her the truth,” I said. “And then show her how to take responsibility.”
“You used Kiara and me.”
As I walked out, Kiara’s nightlight cast soft shadows down the hallway. I paused at her door and peeked inside. She was asleep, unaware that her world had just shifted.
And as I watched her breathe, my chest filled with something stronger than heartbreak: resolve.
I couldn’t control what Brian had done, but I could control what came next.
And I would never again let someone use me to chase a fantasy.
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