“You had his clothes packed in the garage, you contacted his elementary school about transferring his file, and you told your elderly aunt to buy him new sheets,” I listed coldly.

“I was trying to get ready for the worst case, where we lose this house, Claire!” he shouted, throwing his arms wide in exasperation.

“You were getting ready for a life where Austin was wiped out of this family so you could save a few thousand dollars on childcare,” I fired back without missing a beat.

“That’s a cruel, unfair thing to say to your husband, Claire, when you know how much I’ve given up for this family,” he argued, his face twisting in misery.

“Unfair?” I repeated, my voice shaking with such force that he took a step back.