“Thank you, Brandon.”
He frowned.
“What the hell are you thanking me for?”
“Because you just showed me exactly how little this marriage has ever meant to you.”
I calmly placed my keys onto the marble console table.
“You still have three siblings, Brandon. So the next time they need money, caretaking, loans, or someone to clean up their endless problems, you can deal with all of it yourself.”
His arrogant expression immediately disappeared.
“What are you talking about?”
I gently but firmly took my mother by the arm and started toward the door.
“We’re leaving.”
