When My Children Chose Sides
HANNAH’S POV:
Andrew turned toward him, and for the first time, there was a spark of anger in his eyes. “Why do you keep asking her to stop?” he snapped. “You act like everything’s fine, but it’s not!”
“Andrew,” I warned softly, but he wasn’t finished.
“You ruined everything,” he said, his voice shaking. “Mum never talks about her family. We never get to see anyone from your side or from hers. You made everyone hate her. Didn’t you?”
The air seemed to shatter around us. Elijah blinked, completely taken aback, and I saw the color drain from his face.
“Andrew, that’s not-”
“Don’t!” Amelia interrupted, her eyes glistening. “Don’t try to say it’s not true! You think just because you bought us a big house and gave us toys that everything’s fine? You hurt her. She stays up sometimes at night and just thinks and we have heard her have so many wishes on how things could have gone.”
The room went completely still.
Lucas’s lips parted slightly, his usual humor gone. Even Matteo set his fork down, frowning at the intensity of the moment.
Elijah swallowed hard, his voice barely steady. “Amelia… Andrew… I know I’ve made mistakes, but-”
Andrew pushed his chair back with a loud scrape, it was almost defeaning. “We don’t even want to be here!” he yelled. “We didn’t want to move! You just forced us because you wanted to play family now. But it’s too late!” 1
“Andrew, please,” I whispered, my heart breaking. “Don’t-”
“No, Mum!” he snapped, his voice cracking. “You always forgive people. But I don’t want to forgive him!”
They both politely excused themselves after dessert, pretending to be cheerful, but the house had already shifted.
Jacob whispered a few words I couldn’t hear to Elijah and they both shared a hug, and Cherry held my hand softly, “Everything is going to be fine.” She spoke reassuring and I nodded and embraced her.
“We will take tomorrow. I love you girl. Send my love to the kids.” Lucas said and I nodded hugging him softly.
I watched as he and Matteo left and I wanted to tell him to stay so bad but I couldn’t. I needed to face my life on my own. When the door finally closed behind them, Elijah sat in silence at the table, staring at the half-eaten plates and flickering candles.
I stayed a moment longer, my hand gripping the edge of the chair for balance. I wanted to scream or just tell him off but I didn’t have the strength in me.
So I just left him there, walked slowly up the stairs thinking to myself and headed straight for the kids room.

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