The room thickened with silence. Emily shifted the babies carefully into their crib as Ethan stepped inside without waiting for permission. Lucas closed the door behind him, his expression unreadable.
Mark swallowed hard. “I—I didn’t know you were coming.”
“We didn’t tell you,” Ethan replied. “Emily did.”
Emily felt a rush of warmth and relief wash over her—her brothers had always been her safety net, but she hadn’t expected them to arrive this quickly. She had sent a short message to them earlier, mostly out of desperation, but she never imagined they’d drop everything to show up at her door.
Lucas took a slow step toward Mark. “We heard you made… decisions for our sister. Decisions that involve throwing her into a storage room like she’s unwanted baggage.”
Mark raised his hands defensively. “That’s not what I— You don’t understand my family dynamic. My mother—”
Ethan cut him off sharply. “Your mother doesn’t get to dictate where our sister sleeps. And she sure as hell doesn’t get to separate her from her newborns.”
Mark’s jaw clenched. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. Emily is dramatic. You know how she gets.”
Lucas stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “She just delivered twins. She can barely stand without pain. She needed support, and you offered her a storage closet.”
Mark’s voice dropped, small and defensive. “My Kuya needs a place to stay. He’s going through a lot.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “So is Emily. Or did you forget the part where she almost hemorrhaged during childbirth?”
Mark froze.
Emily looked down, memories of that terrifying night flashing through her mind. Ethan was there. Lucas was there. Mark… wasn’t. His excuse at the time? A business dinner.
Lucas continued, “Here’s what’s going to happen. Emily stays here. The twins stay here. No one moves out of this apartment unless she decides to.”
Mark’s lips tightened. “This is my home too.”
“For now,” Ethan replied. “But if you continue treating her like this, we’ll make sure she and the babies have a better place—without you in it.”
Emily watched the confrontation unfold, emotions swirling—fear, anger, but also a growing sense of empowerment. For the first time in months, someone was standing up for her.
Mark opened his mouth again, but the words died as Ethan stepped closer, eyes sharp as steel.
“This is your last chance, Mark.”
The weight of those words hung in the air. Mark’s shoulders sagged as he looked from Ethan to Lucas, then finally to Emily—who stood silently beside the crib, gently stroking one of the twins’ tiny hands. It was the first time he seemed to notice how pale she was, how exhausted, how fragile.
But it was too late for realization.
Emily inhaled deeply. “Mark,” she began, her voice steady though her heart pounded, “I’m not moving into a storage room. And I won’t let your family decide my life, especially not now.”
Mark’s brows furrowed, but she continued before he could interrupt.
“I’ve been patient. I’ve tolerated your dismissiveness, your lack of support during pregnancy, your absence when I needed you most. But today… this crossed a line I can’t ignore.”
Lucas stepped beside her, a silent pillar of strength. Ethan folded his arms, waiting.
In a trembling voice, but with newfound resolve, Emily said, “You can stay in this apartment if you want. But I’ll be making decisions that prioritize me and the twins. That includes who enters my home and who influences my life.”
Mark let out a frustrated exhale. “So what? You want me gone now? That’s what your brothers want, right?”
Emily shook her head. “No. This isn’t about them. It’s about me finally standing up for myself.”
The firmness in her tone startled even her. The past months had drained her, but at this moment—even sleep-deprived, even heartbroken—she felt stronger than she had in a long time.
Mark looked around, as if searching for an exit—not from the room, but from the consequences. When none appeared, he muttered, “Fine. I… I’ll stay at my Kuya’s for a few days.”
Ethan tilted his head. “A wise decision.”
When the door finally closed behind Mark, Emily’s knees weakened. Lucas immediately caught her by the shoulders. “You okay?”
Tears spilled silently down her cheeks, but she nodded. “Thank you. Both of you.”
Ethan softened his voice. “You’re not alone, Em. You never were.”
Emily looked at her sleeping babies and realized something important: this was the beginning of her reclaiming her life. Not by dramatic escape, not by revenge, but by boundaries—firm, unapologetic boundaries.
She took a shaky breath and whispered, “I’ll be okay.”
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