Instead, he let out a small laugh that immediately made my stomach tighten. “Yes, about that, today is also your last day living in this house,” he said with disturbing ease.
The champagne bottle almost slipped from my hands as I struggled to process what he had just said. “What are you talking about,” I asked while staring at him in disbelief.
Jonathan placed his arm around the woman sitting beside him and pulled her slightly closer, as if introducing something he was proud of. “I have chosen someone better suited for me, and her name is Vanessa Reed, and we have been together for almost a year now,” he said without any shame.
My ears rang as I tried to understand how everything I believed could collapse in a single moment. I turned toward his parents, hoping they would intervene or at least show some discomfort about what was happening.
Patricia sighed as if she had been waiting for this moment to finally arrive. “Lauren, Jonathan deserves someone younger and someone who truly understands his ambitions,” she said coldly without any empathy.
William nodded in agreement and added that we were never a good match to begin with. My chest tightened as the weight of their words pressed down on me.
Three years of sacrifice and loyalty meant nothing to them in that moment. Jonathan pointed toward the staircase and told me that I could pack my things that night because Vanessa would be moving in the next day.
The room fell completely silent for a few seconds as everything settled into place. Then suddenly I started laughing, not softly and not politely, but with a force that surprised even me.
I laughed so hard that everyone stared at me like I had completely lost control. Jonathan frowned and asked what could possibly be so funny about the situation.
I wiped a tear from my eye and looked directly at him with calm clarity. “My husband, have you completely lost your mind,” I asked slowly.
He looked irritated and asked what I meant by that question. I tilted my head slightly and told him that he had forgotten something extremely important.
The entire room went quiet as they waited for me to explain. Jonathan crossed his arms and demanded that I tell him what exactly he had forgotten.
I walked further into the living room and placed the champagne bottle carefully on the table. “For three years, I have been the one paying off your business loan,” I said in a steady voice.