My Husband Left Me With Our Six-Month-Old Triplets and Went on a Beach Vacation Alone Because I ‘Hadn’t Earned a Break’ – When He Came Home, His Smug Smile Vanished PART 2
I took Soleil from her carrier and held her against me. “He can tell me whatever he wants. He doesn’t get to choose what I do next.”
Mom nodded. “Then make your calls.”
I opened my contacts, pressed the first number, and stepped into the kitchen.
“Then make your calls.”
Shaun watched me.
“This is your decision.”
“I know.”
Then I made the call.
***
That afternoon, I called an attorney while Mom fed Luna and Shaun folded the empty moving boxes.
“I own another house,” I said. “My husband is away, and I’m taking the babies there. What can I move?”
“I know.”
“Photograph everything,” she said. “Take your personal items and the babies’ essentials. Leave his property untouched. Save every message.”
I wrote it down.
“No shortcuts?” Shaun asked when I hung up.
“No. I want this as clean as possible.”
He picked up his screwdriver. “Then tell me where to start.”
I wrote it down.
“The cribs.”
Mom looked over. “And Ryan?”
“He’ll get the documents. I’m not hiding the babies, Mom. I just need to get out of here. I’d rather struggle where I feel safe than stay somewhere I’m treated as invisible.”
***
For the next six hours, I directed the move, photographed each room, saved Ryan’s messages, copied the feeding schedules, and paid from my savings.
“And Ryan?”
During the move, Ryan called on video.
“What’s all that noise?”
“Movers.”
His smile slipped. “Shannon, what are you doing? We have no money to redecorate.”
“Taking care of what you left behind. I have movers here.”
“Stop them.”
