MY HUSBAND CALLED ME 52 TIMES FROM THE ER AND DEMANDED I COOK FOR HIS MOTHER—THEN I CALLED MY LAWYER AND REVEALED THE IDENTITY HE NEVER KNEW

PART 2

Austin stood beside my hospital bed wearing the same expensive watch he always adjusted whenever he wanted to remind people that he was “important.”

His mother, Eleanor, stood behind him, dressed in black, pretending to be grieving.

Neither of them asked how much pain I was in.

Neither of them looked at my cast.

They only looked at me like I was an inconvenience.

“Well?” Austin said again. “Are you ready to apologize?”

I stared at him.

“Apologize?”

“Yes.”

He leaned closer.

“For embarrassing my family.”