Chapter 6 - The Ultimatum
Three days passed before Maya was cleared for discharge.
During those three days, Robert visited twice—both times bringing paperwork, insurance claim forms, and awkward apologies that sounded less like remorse and more like a man trying to manage a PR disaster at the office. He complained about the hospital food, the parking fees, and the interruption to his routine.
He still didn't understand. Or worse, he refused to.
On the morning of our discharge, while nurse practitioner Sarah helped Maya pack her belongings into a small overnight bag, I stepped out into the hallway where Robert was waiting by the elevator banks.
“The car is parked in slot four,” Robert said, checking his watch. “We need to get her home. I have a conference call at two o’clock, and I need you there to manage dinner.”
I didn't move toward the elevators. I stood still, my arms crossed over my chest, staring at him with a clarity that had been a long time coming.
“I’m not coming home, Robert,” I said.
He stopped tapping his watch. He looked up, frowning. “What do you mean, you’re not coming home? Stop being dramatic. We have bills to pay, and—"
“I’m taking Maya to my sister Sarah’s house in Boulder,” I interrupted, my voice steady and hard as iron. “And when we get back to the house to pick up our clothes, you are going to pack a bag and leave.”
Robert’s face twisted in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? You’re leaving me over a medical bill? Over a teenager’s bad habits?”
“I am leaving you because you are a cold, emotionally bankrupt tyrant who watched our daughter starve and suffer in agony for months while you protected your savings account,” I said, stepping closer to him so the entire hallway could hear every word. “You called her pain an act. You called her suffering an attention grab. You nearly let her die, Robert. And if you ever try to contact us, or if you ever try to contest this in court, I will hand every single medical record, doctor’s statement, and financial neglect report straight to the family court judge and the district attorney.”
The elevator doors opened behind him, pinging cheerfully. A nurse stepped out, looked at our tense faces, and quickly hurried past.
Robert stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, finally realizing that the woman standing before him was no longer the quiet wife who used to nod and keep the peace.
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“You’ll regret this,” he whispered, his voice trembling with humiliated rage. “You won't survive a week without my income.”
“Watch me,” I said.
