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Chapter 10

Author: Moving On
I sat back down and looked at Amelia.

"If Joey wants to see you, I won't stop him. But if he doesn't, then no one has the right to force him."

Amelia stood beside the table, a final glimmer of stubborn hope lingering in her eyes.

I knew she still couldn't accept it. She probably believed that if she begged enough and shed enough tears, I'd eventually soften—just as I always had before.

But this time, I'd truly let go.

I picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip before sp
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  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 10

    I sat back down and looked at Amelia. "If Joey wants to see you, I won't stop him. But if he doesn't, then no one has the right to force him." Amelia stood beside the table, a final glimmer of stubborn hope lingering in her eyes. I knew she still couldn't accept it. She probably believed that if she begged enough and shed enough tears, I'd eventually soften—just as I always had before. But this time, I'd truly let go. I picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip before speaking again. "What we had ended a long time ago, Amelia. There's no going back for us. You can't spend your whole life believing that saying 'I'm sorry' is enough to make everything right." I set the glass down and met her gaze. "Go live your life. Joey and I will live ours. Please, just let us go." After a brief pause, I continued, "I don't hate you anymore, Amelia. That's because you've become someone who no longer matters to me. I can't spend the rest of my life with someone who keep

  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 9

    Amelia had lost a considerable amount of weight. Her trench coat hung loosely on her frame, dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her lips were so dry that they had begun to peel. Her hair was hastily pulled back, with stray strands clinging to her forehead, and her makeup was smudged. She looked utterly exhausted.I looked away and turned to leave. She hurried after me, but I kept walking, ignoring her until her footsteps drew closer. A moment later, she grabbed my wrist. I yanked my hand free and spun around to face her. "Amelia, if you try to grab me again, I'm calling the police. We're in a foreign country. Keep this up, and they'll take you straight to the station." She froze, her hand still awkwardly suspended in the air. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. When she finally spoke, her voice was low and hoarse. "William, I just want to say a few things. After that, I'll sign the divorce papers. Please?"I knew Amelia wasn't someone who gave up easily. I had no idea

  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 8

    Fall arrived early in Aurelia, bringing a faint chill that lingered in the air. Joey and I settled into a small apartment near his school, where life moved at a slower, quieter pace. Every morning, I dropped him off before heading to work. The job wasn't easy, but my coworkers were kind, and sometimes we'd grab coffee at the corner shop during our lunch break. I also started learning Aurelian again. Before long, I'd gone from stumbling over every other sentence to speaking with a reasonable degree of fluency.Joey adapted even faster than I'd expected. He made new friends, picked up a few simple Aurelian phrases, and often came home so excited he'd wave his arms around at the dinner table, animatedly imitating his teacher. Gradually, he stopped mentioning Sebastian. He no longer talked about homewreckers or asked when his mother was coming back. Then, one day, he came home from school and pulled a drawing out of his backpack. It depicted only two people. Looking up at me,

  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 7

    Sebastian was caught off guard by her reaction, but he quickly put on a wounded expression."It's me, Amelia. Why are you so worked up? Did something happen?" Before Amelia could answer, he slipped past her and made himself at home, strolling into the living room as if nothing were wrong. He glanced around casually."Where's William? He isn't home?" He set the insulated food container he'd brought on the dining table and lifted the lid, revealing several large shrimp and a few lemon slices. "I brought some seafood over. I was hoping William would make his signature garlic shrimp for me." After looking around a little longer and confirming that no one else was home, he turned back to her. "Amelia, did you and William have a fight?" Amelia remained silent. She was just about to answer when Sebastian cut her off with a reassuring smile. "It's okay. William's a softie. Just sweet-talk him a little, and he'll get over it."Didn't you tell me before that he was so attache

  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 6

    Amelia stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear as Sophie's voice continued on the other end. "Joey's dad came by yesterday to withdraw him from school, but he was in such a hurry that he forgot to take Joey's things with him. We haven't been able to reach him, so if you have time, could you come pick them up today?" Amelia tried to speak, but no words came out. It felt as though something had caught in her throat, leaving her unable to utter a sound. The moment she hung up, Amelia snatched her car keys and rushed out. She drove so recklessly that even she barely registered how fast she was going. The entire way to the school, she desperately tried to convince herself none of this was real. It couldn't be happening. I couldn't possibly have gone this far. "He has to be joking," she told herself. "That's it. He's playing a prank on me. He even got Isabelle and the teacher involved. They're all in on it, putting on this ridiculous act just to piss me off." She pulled

  • My Son Wants to Be the Other Man   Chapter 5

    Amelia stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. "That's impossible." The words slipped out before she could stop herself. "You two must have planned this together. William would never do something like this—""He wouldn't joke about something like this," Isabelle interrupted. "You know him better than I do. When has he ever treated marriage like a joke?" Silence fell between them before Isabelle spoke again."Amelia, we lived in the same dorm for four years. When you were pursuing William, I was the one who helped you deliver your love letters. "No matter how busy work got or how little we saw each other over the years, I've always considered you my best friend. So when William came to me about the divorce, my first instinct was to talk him out of it, too."Your child is already this old. How did things get so bad that it had to come to this? I even wondered if William was just being too sensitive."But then he showed me the records. How many times you'd come home ov

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