Dad didn’t even blink.

“Now,” he said, firmer this time. “Get out, Alex.”

Barbara grabbed her purse. Katie followed, silent. Alex trailed behind, shoulders slumped as if the weight had finally landed. The door shut behind them with a finality that rang through the silence.

My mom leaned back and exhaled.

“Well, Mo,” she said, reaching for her wine again. “That went well… Now, let’s have some cake.”

I looked at my parents, two people who had never once let me down, and for the first time that evening, since Barbara walked through the door, I smiled.

A week later, he asked to meet.

The coffee shop smells like burnt espresso and cinnamon. I’d picked the place out of habit, not sentiment. It was halfway between my office and the apartment. Neutral ground.

Alex was already there when I walked in, sitting by the window with a coffee he hadn’t touched.

“Hey,” I said, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Thanks for coming, Mo,” he looked up, eyes bloodshot.

A waiter appeared before I could respond.

“Can I get the sourdough breakfast sandwich, extra avocado?” I said. “And an oat milk latte, please.”

He nodded and left.

“I don’t want a divorce, Mo,” he exhaled slowly.

I blinked. Straight to it. Nice.

“I made a mistake. A stupid, terrible mistake. But we can fix it. We can go to therapy… we can…”

“You tried to give my home away, Alex,” I said softly. “At a party. In front of our family.”

He leaned forward, desperate.

“It wasn’t like that, Mo. Come on.”

“It was exactly like that.”

He rubbed his hands together like he was trying to warm them.

“I was just trying to help Katie. She’s struggling…”

“Katie’s husband should’ve helped her instead of taking off. Not me. Not you. Not my parents. That wasn’t your responsibility to take on.”

“She’s my sister, Mo. What did you expect me to do? Honestly?”

“And I was your wife, Alex.”

He flinched. It landed exactly where I intended for it to.

I looked out the window.

“You embarrassed me, Alex,” I said. “You betrayed me. And the worst part? You didn’t even ask. You assumed that I’d roll over and say yes, just like you always do with your mother. We didn’t even talk about it.”

“I panicked,” he said. “I didn’t think it would go that far.”

“But it did.”

He reached across the table. I didn’t take his hand.

“I still love you, Mo.”

My food arrived. I unwrapped the sandwich slowly, not meeting his eyes.

“I believe you,” I said. “But love doesn’t fix disrespect. And I’ll never forget the way you looked at me when you sided with them. Like I was just… a resource.”

“Please,” he whispered.

“Goodbye, Alex. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

I picked up my coffee. And then I took a sip as Alex left the booth. The coffee was hot, bitter… and cleansing.

What would you have done?