“I want you to pack your things and leave,” he said, his voice unyielding. “I’ll arrange for a lawyer to contact you about the divorce.”

The word hung in the air, a final nail in the coffin of their marriage. Olivia’s face crumpled, and she started to sob, but Ethan remained unmoved. He had made his choice—his mother’s safety, her dignity, came before anything else.

“Ethan, please,” Olivia pleaded, but he shook his head.

“I can’t forgive this, Olivia. I won’t. You crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.”