My Wife Was Holding Our Feverish Toddler While My Mom Scrolled TikTok — Then I Finally Snapped

Lauren carried everything alone.

His voice came out low, controlled, and cold.

“You two—pack up and leave my house. Now.”

The room went silent.

Patricia stared at him as if he had slapped her. Melissa’s mouth fell open.

“Excuse me?” Patricia said.

Ethan stepped farther into the kitchen. “You heard me. Get your bags. Leave.”

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