So I asked quietly , " Would you care , Finn ? If I died? " His eyes flicked away . " Don't talk like that . The fall wasn't that bad . Don't make this into something it's not . " That was it . That was all I got . " Now that you've seen she's okay , " he said , turning to Madeline , " we should go . " I snapped . " Yeah . Great idea . Run back to her like you always do . " He turned back , jaw clenched , trying to keep his face calm . " Jillian … as long as you stop making trouble , I promise you , you'll always be Mrs. Gallagher . " I almost laughed . The irony was too much . You really don't know , do you , Finn ? We're not even married anymore . I wanted to throw it in his face . I wanted to scream it until the walls cracked . But just as I opened my mouth , Madeline slid her hand into his like she owned him . " Henry said he's waiting for us , " she chirped , so sweet it made my stomach turn . Then she looked at me , tilting her head like she pitied me . " Get well soon , Jillian . We'll be waiting to welcome you back . " Back ? To what ? They turned and left . I stared at their backs until the door shut behind them . I stared at the IV in my arm , the hospital gown on my body , and I knew , none of it meant anything anymore . I was getting out of this place . Out of this life . I didn't want the packages waiting at home , didn't want the designer shoes he bought me after every argument , or the perfume he gave me to cover the stench of betrayal . I didn't want a single thread that tied me to the Gallaghers . So the morning of my discharge , I dressed myself . Alone . Signed the paperwork . Alone . Caught a cab to the airport . Alone . No goodbyes . No second thoughts . I was Jillian Carter now . Not Mrs. Gallagher . Not some Mafia wife clinging to a title that came with nothing but cold glances and shared lies . Just Jillian And for the first time in a long time , I was finally choosing myself .