After the Divorce, I Took My Three Daughters and Moved to California. While My Ex-Mother-in-Law Was Busy Treating My Husband’s Son With Another Woman Like the Heir to Her Fortune, the Housekeeper Suddenly Walked Into a Family Dinner With an Envelope—and One Sentence Left Everyone at the Table Completely Stunned.

“So Mom takes my sisters?”

“Yes.”

“And I stay here?”

“Exactly.”

“Why?”

Graham frowned.

“Because I’m giving you a choice.”

“No. Why aren’t you asking Mia and Lucy to stay too?”

“They’re younger.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

His expression tightened.

Audrey leaned forward.

“You cheated on Mom, Dad. Now you’re asking me to split up with my sisters because you don’t want all of us moving.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“It literally is.”

“Audrey—”

She interrupted him.

“If staying with you is such a privilege, why do I have to abandon my sisters to earn it?”

Graham went silent.

Then Audrey said something I will remember forever.

“I don’t need a bigger bedroom. I need my family to stop making me choose sides.”

I walked into the room.

Graham saw me.

For once, he had nothing to say.

“Your documents are by the door,” I told him.