The Cruel Ultimatum

(Neva's POV)

The blood drained from my face, and I staggered slightly as I leaned against the door.

My knees had gone weak, but I held myself upright lest I crumble before him.

I would not appear weak. Not when he just spoke words that said a lot about what he thought of me.

“You want me to leave with the kids?” I asked again. I really wanted to hear him again so that I could grasp my reality.