Chapter 2

After I left the office, I went straight to Theo’s preschool.

The first thing he said when he saw me was, “Dad, it’s my birthday today.”

The second was, “Is aunt Vivian going to celebrate with us?”

Standing there on the crowded sidewalk with parents and children moving around us, I felt my throat tighten.

“Aunt Vivian…” I started.

Before I could finish, my phone buzzed.

Vivian had finally replied.

I’m free. I’ll be home.

For a second, I just stared at the screen.

Then hope rushed in so fast it was almost embarrassing.

I crouched down and smiled at Theo. “She’s coming home tonight.”

He clapped his hands and threw himself at me so hard I nearly lost my balance.

Six years of marriage, and this would be the first time Vivian had ever agreed to spend his birthday with him.

That should have told me everything I needed to know about how little it took to make me happy.

That night, I cooked far too much food.

Theo finished his homework early and sat at the table in the nice shirt he’d picked out for himself because he wanted to look grown-up when his mother got home. Every few minutes, he glanced toward the door, trying not to make it obvious.

An hour passed.

Then another.

Then another.

I sent message after message, each one more restrained than the last.

No answer.

Just like always.

Theo stayed quiet for a long time before finally asking, very carefully, “Is aunt Vivian just really busy?”

Something twisted hard in my chest.

I wanted to say no. I wanted to come up with some excuse that would hurt less than the truth.

But nothing came.

In the end, all I could say was, “It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

Theo didn’t ask again.

He just picked up the birthday hat and held it out to me.

“Can you help me put it on?”

I nodded.

I was reaching for it when my phone lit up again.

For one stupid second, I thought it might finally be Vivian.

It wasn’t.

It was Noah.

Or rather, his latest post.

Today was perfect. I loved every second of it.

The photo showed a beautifully plated dinner in some high-end restaurant. No faces. No names.

But in the upper corner of the frame, half hidden beside a wineglass, I caught the glint of a wedding band.

I knew that ring better than I knew my own reflection.

I had picked it out myself when Vivian and I got married.

She never wore it the way married people were supposed to. She always kept it on the little finger of her left hand—the one place it looked less like a wedding ring and more like a sign that she was unattached.

The ring that was supposed to mean marriage had become her way of pretending to be single.

On our son’s sixth birthday, she was having candlelit dinner with another man.

And just like that, the hurt inside me went still.

I tapped the little heart beneath the post, locked my phone, and set it down.

Then I turned back to Theo and carefully placed the birthday hat on his head.

“Happy birthday, buddy.”

Under the candlelight, he closed his eyes and folded his hands together.

“My birthday wish,” he said softly, “is that I can always stay with Dad.”

I picked up my phone and took a picture before the moment passed.

That was the moment the decision settled for good.

“All right,” I said, forcing a smile. “Dad promises.”

That night, neither of us mentioned Vivian again.

It was as if this home had always belonged to just the two of us.

After Theo fell asleep, I opened the drawer beside the bed and took out the divorce papers I had already prepared.

I sat there for a long time, staring at them.

By the time I finally signed my name, the last of my hesitation was gone.

Vivian came home a little after two in the morning.

The first thing she noticed was the untouched cake on the table.

A flicker of regret crossed her face.

“Sorry,” she said. “I forgot.”

I almost laughed.

I had sent her reminder after reminder. Was she really going to stand there and pretend she had simply forgotten?

Or had Noah’s company been enough to make everything else disappear?

I opened the folder, flipped to the last page, and held it out to her.

“Can you sign this?”

I had barely finished speaking when her phone rang.

Noah’s voice came through tight and unsteady. “Ms. Grant, I’m sorry to call this late, but I had a minor accident on the way home. My hand’s cut, my car’s a mess, and I can’t manage on my own right now.”

Vivian was on her feet before I could blink.

“Send me your location,” she said. “I’m coming.”

She hung up, took the papers from my hand, and signed without reading a single page.

Then she was gone.

I stepped back and watched her leave.

Vivian Grant, I hope you remember this for the rest of your life.

You were the one who walked away from this home.

The next morning, I went back to the office to finish the handover.

Vivian came to find me before I could avoid her.

She held out a neatly wrapped gift box. “This is for Theo. I forgot to give it to him last night.”

I took it, opened it, and froze.

Inside was a toy dog.

Theo’s biggest fear was dogs.

When he was five, Vivian had taken him to an amusement park. In the middle of the day, she ran into someone she knew, let go of his hand, and lost him in the crowd. By the time she found him again, he was crouched by the side of the road, shaking while a stray dog barked at him.

Since then, dogs had been a nightmare to him.

And now she had bought one as his birthday present.

I couldn’t even tell whether what I felt was more anger or disappointment.

In the end, I just set the box aside.

“Thanks.”

Vivian looked at me strangely, as if my calm unsettled her. Then she seemed to remember something else.

“Noah was in a minor accident last night,” she said. “His hand is injured, and he can’t really manage on his own for the next few days. I told him he could stay at the house until he’s sorted.”

I said nothing.

She went on, almost too casually. “You should take the day off. Go home, pack a few things, and stay somewhere else with Theo for a night or two.”

For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard her.

“You want me to leave my own home,” I said slowly, “so Noah can move in?”

Vivian frowned. “Don’t make it sound so ugly. It’s temporary.”

Then, in that measured tone she used whenever she wanted to turn cruelty into something reasonable, she added, “We agreed to keep the marriage private. We need to avoid complications at work.”

I let out a short laugh.

Was that really all this was?

Was Noah just an employee?

Was this really about appearances?

Or had Theo and I simply become inconvenient—living proof of a life she no longer wanted anyone to see?

I sat back down at my desk.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll pack our things and take Theo somewhere else. We won’t be in the way.”

I was leaving anyway.

Sooner or later didn’t matter now.

She must have heard something in my voice, because she paused.

When I agreed so easily, she looked almost thrown off balance.

After a moment, she said, softer this time, “I’ll make it up to you.”

I didn’t answer.

Some things don’t get fixed by compensation.

When I got home, I packed our bags, took Theo by the hand, and headed for the door.

The moment I opened the door, I ran straight into Vivian coming in with Noah.

She had one hand lightly at his elbow, steadying him as he stepped inside, while the driver brought his suitcase in behind them.

For one brief, unmistakable second, I saw panic flash through her eyes.