Rozen sighed, clearly growing more irritated by the second. “You’re overreacting. It’s not like we’re raising the baby together. Thalia wanted a child, and I helped. That’s it.”
I could feel my chest tightening, anger and hurt twisting together. How could he stand there and act like this was nothing? “You didn’t think it mattered? That maybe, just maybe, I’d want to know about this? That it might hurt me to know you gave her something we’ve fought so hard for? Is it even a sperm donation or did you have sex with her?”
“Chloe, are you insane?” He shook his head dismissively. “It was just a sperm donation and it had nothing to do with us, Chloe. It was separate.”
“Separate?” I took a step toward him, my voice rising. “How can you say that when she’s carrying your child? How am I supposed to live with the fact that you gave her a piece of yourself that should’ve been ours?”
Rozen met my gaze, unflinching. “It doesn’t change anything between us.”
I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “It changes everything. You don’t care, do you? Not about how this hurts me. Not about us.” I could see it in his face, that cold, distant look he always gave me when things got tough. He was shutting down, just like always.
The realization hit me like a wave, crashing down and taking my breath with it. Rozen would never understand. He would never feel the depth of this betrayal the way I did. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t see where your priorities are.”
Rozen’s expression didn’t change. “Where are you going with this, Chloe?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’m saying I’m done. I’m done fighting for something you’ve already given away.”
He scoffed. “You’re not making any sense. What do you want me to do? Apologize for helping someone who needed it?”
“I want you to care about what this is doing to us. But you don’t,” I said quietly, my heart heavy with the truth. “You never did.”
I could see him getting more frustrated, but I didn’t care anymore. I was exhausted—exhausted from trying, from fighting for a relationship that was crumbling beneath me.
“I’m leaving,” I said, stepping back, turning away from him before I could change my mind.