Part 3My Stepson Caused My Miscarriage, So I Chose Divorce

Garrett finally realized that I was serious about leaving.

On the third morning, the door to my room opened, and Garrett entered, dragging Danny behind him. His grip was firm, lacking his usual tenderness as he pulled the boy to the side of my bed.

"Kneel down."

Garrett's voice was hoarse, his eyes rimmed with red from days of sleeplessness.

Danny trembled, dropping to his knees on the cold tile. Tears immediately spilled down his cheeks, his small hands twisting together in a display of helplessness.

"Clair... I am sorry... I know I was bad..."

"I didn't mean to do it, I promise I will be good... please don't make Daddy leave..."

The boy sobbed hysterically. To any outsider, I would have looked like a cruel, heartless stepmother.

I watched the performance with a cold detachment. "Garrett, if you brought him here to put on a show, you can both leave."

"It is not a show," Garrett said, taking a deep breath as if he had reached a difficult decision. Ignoring Danny's crying, he looked at me, his eyes filled with a desperate resolve. "I know I have failed you, Clair. I have let you down."

"The car is waiting downstairs. As soon as he apologizes, I am having my driver take him back to his grandparents' estate in the country."

My fingers tightened around the bedsheet, my breath catching in my throat.

Sending him away?

Danny was Garrett's entire world. For seven years, even when Danny had physically injured a classmate at school, Garrett had never so much as raised his voice. Whenever I had suggested boarding school, it had led to explosive arguments, with him accusing me of being cold-hearted.

But now, he was choosing me over his son?

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice dry.

"I am," Garrett said, kneeling beside the bed and burying his face in my hands. "I have thought about it for the past forty-eight hours. I am grieving our child too, but I cannot lose you. If his presence in this house causes you pain, then he cannot stay."

"This house needs you, Clair. Let us start over, just the two of us, please."

He looked up, his eyes filled with a raw, broken devotion.

Beside the bed, Danny continued to cry, begging his father not to abandon him, but Garrett did not look back. He kept his eyes locked on mine.

My heart, despite my best judgments, wavered. I had loved him for seven years, and I knew how much this boy meant to him. If he was truly willing to send his only son away to protect our marriage... perhaps I was his priority after all.

Perhaps, without Danny's influence, we could return to the life we once had.

My mind warned me to refuse, but looking at his exhausted, pleading face, my old affection took over.

"Garrett..." My eyes burned with unshed tears. "This is the very last time."

A look of immense relief washed over his face, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank you... thank you, Clair. I promise I will make this up to you. I will never let you suffer again."