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Chapter 4

Author: Katerina
When I returned to the living room, Lily was standing in front of her birthday cake, a little crown on her head.

She closed her eyes and pressed her hands together.

“I wish Daddy and Mommy could stay together forever and never be apart again!”

The guests laughed and applauded. Someone urged Adrian and Victoria to promise her.

I watched him through the crowd.

Adrian looked down at Lily, then stroked her hair.

“All right. Daddy promises. I'll spend more time with you and do my best to make you and Mommy happy.”

Lily threw her arms around his waist. Victoria bent to hug her, her eyes shining. Adrian rested a hand on Victoria's shoulder while the guests crowded closer.

His gaze moved across the room until it found me. Victoria was still speaking when he lowered his hand from her shoulder and stepped away.

As the cake was cut and served, he came over.

“Why are you standing here by yourself?”

His gaze dropped to the glass of water in my hand.

“Are you feeling unwell? You've barely eaten.”

“I'm all right.”

Victoria approached with Lily in her arms.

“Adrian, everyone's waiting for us.”

“In a minute.”

He didn't turn around. His attention stayed on me as he took a slice of cake from a passing tray.

“Eat something. You forget whenever you're busy.”

He held the plate out, waiting until I took it before looking back at Victoria.

My chest ached as I took the plate.

He still noticed when I hadn't eaten. Even in a crowded room, he looked for me. Five years of affection hadn't simply vanished because Victoria had come back.

Across from us, her smile faded.

Adrian glanced at her, then turned back toward the party.

I stood holding the cake he'd brought me, watching him join them again.

He could notice I was hungry. He could hear me call him Mr. Moretti and know something was wrong. But he still expected me to understand why everyone else had to come first.

I checked the date on my phone.

Tomorrow, I would leave.

The party ran late. When the guests finally left, Adrian stayed in the living room, helping Victoria open Lily's presents.

I went upstairs and packed the last of my clothes.

My phone vibrated.

Tomorrow's our fifth wedding anniversary. After I pick up Victoria, how would you like to celebrate?

He'd added a grinning emoji.

In previous years, I'd chosen his gift weeks ahead and looked forward to an evening alone with him. Now, for once, he was asking what I wanted.

After Victoria.

Even our anniversary had to fit around her plans.

I read the message once more, then put the phone down without replying.

The following evening, while Adrian was out picking up Victoria and Lily, I printed the divorce papers my lawyer had prepared.

I carried them into the master bedroom and placed them on his bedside table.

Then I looked at my wedding ring.

On our wedding day, Adrian had slipped it onto my finger and said quietly, “Our families arranged this marriage, Evelyn. But I'll fulfill my responsibilities as your husband.”

I had believed him.

In time, we'd shared much more than a family alliance. I had loved him, and there had been years when I'd felt loved in return.

I didn't have to pretend none of it had mattered in order to leave.

I slid off the ring and set it beside the papers.

Downstairs, my suitcase stood by the door.

The family photograph still hung in the living room. My smile, my clothes, my arm around Lily—everything was the same except for the tiny mark beneath my eye.

They hadn't needed to take a new picture. They'd simply changed who I was supposed to be.

I looked at Lily's face in the photograph. Leaving hurt. Loving her hadn't stopped just because I could no longer stay married to her father.

But I wasn't going to spend the years ahead proving that I deserved a place in the family I'd helped build.

Outside, the courtyard lights came on.

Adrian had remembered our anniversary. He had asked what I wanted, certain there would still be time for me after he'd finished taking care of Victoria.

I took hold of my suitcase.

The three days were over.

I opened the door and stepped into the cool evening air.

For five years, he'd come home knowing I'd be there.

Tonight, my wedding ring and the divorce papers would be waiting for him.
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