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SIXTEEN

Auteur: J.O
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-19 17:57:03

BRANDON

Leo had finally fallen asleep.

Clara sat across from me, still talking—something about the doctor, about how careful we needed to be, about how children at that age were fragile. But I wasn’t listening.

My phone was in my hand.

Thalia.

I pressed call again.

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

No answer.

My jaw tightened slightly.

Then my screen lit up with a message.

Don’t call me until you sign the papers.

I frowned.

Sign the papers?

What papers?

For a second, I just stared at the message, re
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  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   TWENTY TWO

    THALIAMy first day.The thought lingered quietly in my mind as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeve of my blazer for what felt like the third time.It wasn’t even official yet.I hadn’t said yes.But somehow… my mind had prepared itself to say yes.My gaze held my reflection for a second longer.Calm.Composed.Almost like nothing had changed.But everything had.My phone buzzed.Then again.I reached for it.Olivia: Your answer would be yes, yeah?Knox: You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it.Olivia: Ignore him. Overthink a little. It’s a big decision.Knox: See? This is why no one listens to you.Olivia: Excuse me??Knox: You’re stressing her out.A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.Me: I’m fine. Just… thinking.Olivia: About whether to say yes? Just say yes. End of discussion.Knox: Don’t listen to her. Take your time.I exhaled softly, leaning against the edge of the dresser.They weren’t helping.But at the same time… they were.Because underneat

  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   TWENTY ONE

    THALIA“Thalia.”I didn’t need to turn around to know that voice.My fingers tightened slightly around my bag, but my expression stayed calm as I looked at Adrian.“I’ll… get back to you,” I said. “Thank you for today.”Adrian’s gaze lingered on me for a brief second—sharp and observant, as always.Then it shifted.Past me.To the man standing behind me.There was no obvious reaction.But something in his eyes flickered.Recognition?Assessment?Maybe both.“Alright,” he said simply.Then, as if it just occurred to him—“You saved my number, right?”I almost smiled.“I did.”“Good. Have a wonderful day, Miss Wentworth.”His tone was easy and natural.I returned the smile, softer this time. “You too, Mr. Vale.”And just like that, he turned and walked away.I exhaled quietly before turning around.Brandon stood a few steps away.Watching me.His gaze flicked briefly in the direction Adrian had disappeared, then back to me.Dark.Unpleasantly sharp.“Who was that?” he asked.Straight to

  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   TWENTY

    THALIAIt still hurt.I hadn’t expected it to.Not like this.But as I sat there, across from Adrian, my fingers loosely wrapped around my fork, my eyes kept drifting back.To them.Brandon and Clara.They hadn’t noticed me.Not yet.They were too… comfortable.Too familiar with each other. I could see and hear everything happening at their table from here.Clara sat across from him, leaning slightly forward, her expression soft, her voice low. Brandon listened—really listened—the way he rarely ever did with me.And when the waiter approached—He spoke.“She can’t have anything with peanuts,” Brandon said calmly. “And no shellfish.”Clara smiled faintly. “You remembered.”“Of course,” he replied.Simple.Effortless.Like it was nothing.Like it was natural to know.My grip tightened slightly around the fork.Because for a second—A memory surfaced.It had been during our second year of marriage.A company dinner.I had been nervous that night, trying to make a good impression, trying

  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   NINETEEN

    THALIAOlivia had said he was good-looking, but that hadn’t prepared me.Not even close.Adrian Vale looked up from the file in his hand, his movements unhurried, almost lazy, but there was nothing careless about it.His eyes met mine, and it was like he saw through my soul.He leaned back slightly in his chair, studying me for a second longer than necessary, like he was already forming an opinion.And just like that—I felt the need to impress him.There was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself—effortless, controlled.Dangerously so.Tall, even while seated. Broad shoulders relaxed beneath a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his forearms. His features were sharp and defined, but not cold. There was something almost approachable about him.Which made it worse.Because it felt… deceptive.“Thalia Wentworth,” he said, voice calm, smooth.Not a question.I straightened slightly. “Yes.”A small pause.Then—“Adrian Vale?” I asked like I had no idea.His lips cu

  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   EIGHTEEN

    THALIAThe car had barely turned the corner before the silence settled in.I leaned back against the seat, exhaling slowly, letting the tension from earlier slip off me piece by piece. My fingers rested loosely in my lap, but I could still feel the faint echo of everything that had just happened.It lingered.Annoyingly.Knox didn’t say anything at first.He just drove.Calm and steady.Like nothing back there had been worth reacting to.I turned slightly, studying him.“Why are you here?” I finally asked.He glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the road.“To pick you up.”“I can see that,” I said dryly. “I meant—why??”The corner of his lips lifted, like he’d been expecting that question.“You’ve got an interview today.”I frowned.“And?”“And I’m taking you there.”A short laugh escaped me.“Knox, I’m not a child. You know damn well I can get to an interview on my own.”“I know,” he said easily.“Then why—”“Because I wanted to.”That stopped me.I blinked at him

  • I LEFT WHEN HIS EX CAME BACK WITH HIS SON   SEVENTEEN

    BRANDONThe air around me seemed to go completely still.My fingers tightened slightly around the paper.I read it again.Slower this time.Carefully.As if forcing myself to understand something that refused to make sense.The words didn’t change.Divorce Agreement.A strange, sharp feeling settled in my chest as my jaw clenched.“What is this?” I muttered under my breath.The maid stood frozen a few steps away, not daring to speak.But I wasn’t asking her.I was asking—Myself.Because this didn’t make sense.Nothing about this made sense.Thalia wanted a divorce?No.That wasn’t right.She wouldn’t—My grip on the paper tightened further, the edges crumpling slightly under my fingers.She couldn’t.Not Thalia.Not the same woman who used to wait for me every night.Who lit up the moment I walked through the door.Who—My thoughts cut off abruptly.Something in my chest tightened.Uncomfortably.I pushed it down immediately.This had to be a mistake.Or some kind of impulsive decisi

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