He exhaled sharply:

“What kind of nonsense is that? You’re not going anywhere!”

“You’re wrong,” I replied calmly. “I’ll finally have time to rest. To sleep. To live. And you will have the obligation to be a father — not a decorative piece lying on the couch.”

His face went pale.

“And one more thing,” I added as I stood up, “I won’t forget child support. Or your share of the property. You’re going to regret this — not because I’m leaving, but because of how you treated me all these months.”

For the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe again.