Downpour soaked the streets as I accompanied my daughter Nina to the birthday party. Although both I and Nina were in a rather disheveled state at that moment, Nina squeezed my hand gently to comfort me. “It's okay, Mommy, I'm fine. Daddy and Leith are waiting for us.” I gave her a reassuring smile and brushed the messy strands of hair from her forehead. Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard my son's loud voice coming from inside. “Don't wait for them. It doesn't matter if my sister and mom aren't here. My birthday is perfect with just you and Dad.” “Am I more important to you than your mom?” I recognized Zoey’s voice—my husband’s secretary. “I want you to be my mom. Why aren't you my mom? It's all Dad's fault.” Those words came from Leith, the son I’d sacrificed everything to raise. I couldn’t breathe; the weight of betrayal crushed my chest Instead, Tyler sighed with a laugh and said. “Okay, okay, it's your birthday; you can say what you want. It's my fault for not choosing a mom you like.” What was I even hoping for? That this man would stand up for me? How ridiculous. All strength drained from my body, leaving me weak and hollow. I was tired, tired of the endless, thankless nanny-like life, and tired of being disrespected and invisible. This time, I’d make a choice: I’d take my daughter and leave.