At that exact moment, everything became crystal clear.
I wasn’t looking at a marriage.
I was looking at a divorce.
I picked up my phone.
“I’m leaving.”
Rick frowned.
“For a walk?”
“No.”
I met his eyes.
“For good.”
Finally, he looked concerned.
“Diana, stop.”
Rita sighed dramatically.
“This jealousy is becoming unhealthy.”
I stared at her.
“Jealous? You’re sitting on a honeymoon bed stroking your grown son’s hair.”
“I was comforting him.”
Rick stepped between us.
“Everybody calm down.”
“No,” I said. “There is no everybody. There is you, your mother, and the fool who married into this situation.”
“You’re overreacting,” Rick said.
“No,” I replied. “I’m waking up.”
Then Rita said something that changed everything.
“You aren’t the first woman who has tried to come between my son and me.”
The room went silent.
I looked at her.
“What did you just say?”
Rick immediately tried to explain.
“She didn’t mean it like that.”
Then how did she mean it?
Neither of them answered.
They didn’t need to.
Their silence told me everything.
I grabbed my passport and walked out.
