Vincent bristled, hands clenching. “I didn’t know how to do it, Jules. I was scared.” But the excuse collapsed the moment it left his lips. Jules stood. “We were scared too,” he snapped. “And she stayed. She fought for us every damn day. You don’t deserve her name on your tongue.”
“She worked night shifts, cleaned houses during the day, and still made it to every school play,” Jules said, voice tight. “She skipped meals so we could eat. She sold her wedding ring to pay rent once. You left her with chaos—and she turned it into a family. Alone.” Jules continued.