“What is this, Sarah? What are you doing?”
“This is the natural consequence of your choices and actions,” I replied calmly.
“You have no idea what you are doing. You are making a terrible mistake.”
“I know exactly what I am doing. I know about the apartment you rented in Polanco. I know about Erica. I know about the baby you are expecting together.”
Complete silence filled the phone line for several long seconds.
“I was going to explain everything to you eventually,” he finally said, his voice deflating.
“I did not need an explanation from you, James. What I needed was basic respect and honesty. And you proved yourself incapable of providing either.”
I ended the call and blocked his number.
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