Not dramatic silence.
The real kind, where nobody breathes because their brain needs an extra second to understand what it just heard.
Preston blinked once. “You’re doing what?”“I’m moving with the children.” FamilyLaw
A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him.
“With what money, Eliza?” he asked. “You couldn’t even cover your own legal expenses this year.”
“You don’t need to worry about my finances anymore.”
His jaw tightened immediately.
“Those are my kids.”
I held his stare steadily. “And you just signed paperwork granting me primary custody without asking a single question.”
For the first time that morning, uncertainty crossed his face.
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