My Fiancé Pressured Me to Send My 5-Year-Old Twin Brothers to a Group Home After I Became Their Guardian – So I Taught Him a Lesson He Would Never Forget
“I’ll do exactly what you said… But I have ONE condition.”
He tilted his head.
“Okay… What is it?”
“One last family trip. Before I make any calls, before I fill out any paperwork, I want to take the boys somewhere nice. Somewhere they’ll remember. Just the four of us.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes.
“One last family trip.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m not paying for it, okay?”
“I’ll pay for it myself.”
That answer seemed to satisfy him.
He nodded, running a hand through his hair.
“Fine. Fine, that’s fair. Where do you want to go?”
“The state fair. They’ve got that pop-up theme park this weekend.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I guess I can put up with that for a while. But we’ll keep it short, right?”
“Sure.”
He stepped closer, cupping my face with a tenderness that made my skin crawl.
“I knew you’d see reason. This is the right call. We can start our real life after this, just you and me.”
“Just you and me,” I echoed.
A tenderness that made my skin crawl.
“I love you. You know that, right? This isn’t personal. It’s just… practical.”
“I know exactly what it is, Elliot.”
He kissed my forehead, oblivious to the ice in my voice.
He smirked, thinking he had won.
He was entirely blind to the trap I had just laid at his feet.
***
The car ride to the state fair felt endless.
He smirked, thinking he had won.
Elliot gripped the steering wheel with tight fingers.
He sighed every few minutes like the whole trip was a personal insult.
In the back seat, the twins whispered to each other about roller coasters and cotton candy.
“Are we almost there?” one of them asked, bouncing in his booster seat.
“Almost, buddy,” I said, turning to squeeze his little hand.
Elliot rolled his eyes.
