He Gave Her the Wedding, I Gave Him Divorce

Evangeline's POV"You call this a birthday party?" Marguerite, my mother-in-law's voice echoed the room.She stood in the doorway, eyeing the decorations like I'd committed some crime. "Even the servants' children get better celebrations than this."I forced my hands to stay steady while I fixed the lopsided balloons. It took everything I had not to snap back. "Theo likes simple things. Too much going on overwhelms him."She just waved me off, rolling her eyes. "Theo, Theo, Theo. Always an excuse for that boy. If you'd actually taken care of yourself when you were pregnant, he wouldn't be so… difficult."That word. Difficult. She spat it out like it tasted bad. She meant Theo, my son—my sweet boy who saw the world his own way.Difficult. Sure. That's what she called him just because he had autism."The cake's his favorite," I said quietly. Trying not to let her see how much she was getting to me. "Chocolate, with—"But Marguerite couldn't let me finish. "Where's Dashiell?" She glanced

Evangeline's POVTheo and I were staying at Jennifer's house. He knew the space and felt comfortable there, no meltdowns, no overwhelming stress reactions. After what happened at his birthday party, that was all I could ask for.But he wasn't doing well.Since that night, something had shifted in him. He barely spoke. Wouldn't make eye contact, even with me.His routines became more rigid. Line up the cars. Count them. Line them up again. Over and over, like he was trying to rebuild a world that made sense.I took him to see Dr. Morrison, his pediatric psychiatrist.She pulled me aside after the appointment, her expression grave. "Evangeline, Theo's showing signs of regression. The disruption to his routine, the emotional upheaval, it's affecting him more than I'd like to see."My stomach dropped. "What do we do?""Stability and consistency. A predictable environment with minimal external stressors." She handed me a care plan, pages of instructions and recommendations. "And continued

Evangeline's POVThe machines beeped steadily, a rhythm I'd already memorized. Beep. Pause. Beep. Pause. Each sound meant Theo's heart was still beating, that he was still here, still fighting.I sat beside his bed, holding his small hand, trying to calm my racing thoughts.But my mind kept returning to the accident. To the black sedan with tinted windows. The way it had followed us so deliberately. The way it had sped up at just the right moment to hit us.This wasn't random. It couldn't be.Someone had been watching us at the clinic. Theo had seen them. Someone had followed us. Someone had run us off the road.But who? And why?My grip tightened on Theo's hand. Whatever the answer, one thing was clear: I could no longer rely on anyone else. Not Dashiell. Not his family. I had to protect my son on my own.The door opened behind me."Evangeline."I didn't turn around. I knew that voice.Dashiell's footsteps approached slowly, hesitantly. I could feel him standing there, just behind my

Evangeline's POVAfter leaving Theo's hospital room that day, I didn't go back to Jennifer's house.I couldn't sit still, couldn't let myself think too much about the machines and the monitors and the terrible stillness of my son's small body.Instead, I went back to the office I used to work in. I needed work—not just to earn money, but to distract myself from constantly thinking about Theo.The office building looked exactly the same as I remembered—sleek glass and steel, the kind of place that demanded excellence. I'd spent three years here, building a reputation as someone who could handle any crisis, no matter how impossible it seemed.Crisis management. That's what I'd done. What I'd been damn good at.Companies called me when their reputations were on fire. When scandals threatened to destroy them. When they needed someone who could think three steps ahead, anticipate every move, and turn disaster into opportunity.I'd loved it. The challenge. The pressure. The satisfaction of

Sabrina's POVI stared at my phone, watching Dashiell's name disappear from the screen for the fifth time. Fifth call. Fifth time he'd ignored me.He was with her right now. At his grandfather's house.My jaw clenched. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.The car accident should have solved everything. Evangeline should be dead. That brat of hers too. Instead, they'd both survived.I'd left him once before. Years ago, when the Hart family business nearly collapsed and Dashiell had nothing.I wasn't going to tie myself to a sinking ship, no matter how much he claimed to love me.But now? Now the Harts were back on top. Dashiell was successful, wealthy, powerful. Everything I'd always wanted.And he was mine. He'd always been mine. Even when he married that pathetic Evangeline, even when he had that defective child with her, I knew he still loved me.He'd proven it by divorcing her the moment I came back into his life.The position of Mrs. Hart belonged to me. Not to some obligated wi