“To Massachusetts,” I said. “Near my parents. Near Ethan’s new school.”

He stood up abruptly. “You can’t take him away from me.”

The judge spoke evenly. “Mr. Wright, according to the agreement you signed and the custody order approved last month, you already agreed to this.”

Daniel’s face flushed. He looked at his lawyer, then at me, betrayal written plainly across his features.
“You planned this.”

“Yes,” I said. “I planned for our son.”

By demanding “everything except the son,” Daniel had revealed exactly how he valued Ethan. The court noticed. The paperwork reflected it. And legally, Ethan was now mine to protect, raise, and move if it served his best interests.

We left the courthouse separately. Daniel stormed past empty hallways, humiliated in a way money couldn’t fix. I walked slowly, legs shaking, heart racing, but steady in my resolve.