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I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

If I'd known, I'd never have adopted you! "You wanted to take charge of your lives, right? Well, here's your chance. "From this moment, you're no longer part of the Chapman family. You're on your own now!"

I lay there for a moment taking inventory. The decision was still there, solid and settled in my chest, exactly where I'd left it the night before. I hadn't talked myself out of it in my sleep. Hadn't woken up with the familiar cold water of second thoughts. It was just there, quiet and immovable, the way decisions feel when they're the right ones.

“Scarlett chose.” Choose. The same word as before, but heavier now because the bridge beneath us felt smaller. I felt the pull of Loren's offer in Prague, Echo-2 humming strategies back to me, Kade’s mercantile calm, Maria’s venomous ability to wrap truth in cruelty. Choose who would shape me. Choose whether I was a weapon or a queen. Choose who lived and who died. “Will you walk away if I refuse?” I asked Kade. “If I say no?”

“Not because of who I was years ago, or because of promises made in a different time. I choose you because I know you. I know your strength, your kindness, your sharp mind, and your gentle heart. I know you have seen me at my worst, and you have chosen to give me a chance. And every morning when I wake, I will choose you again. Not because I have to, but because I want to.” My eyes glistened, not with sadness, but with the deep, quiet joy of knowing I was loved truly and freely. I squeezed his hands, speaking from the very center of my heart. “And I choose you,” I replied. “I choose the man you have become—honest, humble, willing to learn. I know you are not perfect. I know there will be day

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

I said softly. “Then what are you doing?” ​I looked back at the anchor. At the quiet distortion waiting just ahead. And for the first time, I understood something clearly enough to say it without hesitation. ​“I’m choosing,” I said. ​The word settled into the space around us. Final. Certain.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. For the first time in my life, I chose myself. I chose the man who stayed and I’ve never been happier with a decision I’ve made.

It felt like we were being held in place long enough to say what mattered. I took a breath, steadying myself before speaking. “I choose you,” I said. My voice did not shake. “I chose you, knowing exactly who you are,” I continued. “Not the version you show the world, but the one that stands here with me.” He did not look away. “I choose you because you do not hide behind control anymore,” I said. “You let yourself be seen, even when it is uncomfortable.” I stepped closer. “I will not disappear into you,” I said. “I will not lose who I am to make this easier.”

I glanced at each: at Ethan, whose stare was a frantic, searing hold on mine; at Lucas, who inched forward a touch; at Marcus, who simply observed, firm as rock. I drew in air deeply, the phrase feeling like both a betrayal and the first real, unforced pick I'd ever taken. "I choose Marcus."