As i called him from labour, he snapped: ‘handle it yourself, stop being so dramatic!’ and left for his mom’s birthday. 3 days later,

Home was peaceful.

That morning, Daniel sent me one message.

I wish I could undo everything.

I looked at Noah laughing in my father’s arms.

Then I deleted it.

For once, I didn’t need revenge to feel victorious.

I had the truth.

I had my son.

I had my peace.

And I had built a life where nobody would ever tell me to “handle it yourself” again.