Chapter 2 Divorced
“Divorce, huh?”
In an instant, Roger released me, grabbed the pen from the desk, and signed the papers with swift precision.
Watching him scrawl his name, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and for the first time, I sensed a flicker of emotion on my face.
Just then, Orion peeked his head through the door, sensing that something was off.
“Mom, are you and Dad fighting?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and concern.
I silently pulled out a thick notebook from the desk and crouched down to his level.
“When I’m gone, you need to remember what’s in here,” I said, handing it to him.
Curious, he flipped it open, revealing a list filled with his allergies to fruits and vegetables.
He pouted, quickly shutting the book. “I don’t want to remember all this!
“Ms. Miller will take care of me.
Chapter
“Don’t worry, Mom.”
In the past, hearing those words would have shattered my heart, but this time, an unexpected sense of relief washed over me.
I stood up and casually placed the notebook back on the desk.
“Well, that settles it then.”
With that, I grabbed my neatly packed suitcase and headed for the door.
No one stopped me—not Roger, not Orion. Not a single person came to see me off.
As I reached the threshold, I heard Orion’s excited voice behind
- me.
“Finally, that annoying mom is gone! Now I can have Ms. Miller as my mom!”
I hesitated for a moment, but my feet moved faster.
Seven years with Roger, five of them married.
I had lived with him in a cramped, damp basement, and I had eaten day–old leftovers day in and day out.
He used to hold me close, tears dampening my shoulder.
“Felicity, this life won’t last forever. I promise I’ll give you the
best life someday,” Roger had whispered softly.
Then, he built his empire from scratch, becoming a respected figure in the business world.
Roger grew busier, often staying out late.
I never complained, always managing the household and keeping everything in order.
The one thing I had resented faded away the moment I gave birth to Orion.
Even though it nearly cost me my life, I welcomed the pain.
Countless sleepless nights, I had soothed him again and again.
But somewhere along the line, Orion began mentioning one name over and over–Ms. Miller.
Even Roger, who was usually so indifferent, would light up with a hint of joy when he spoke of her.
Only later did I learn that Lillian was a new hire at Roger’s
company.
At first, I brushed it off, not thinking much of it.
Then, one day, when Orion threw a tantrum for candy, I firmly refused, knowing his dental health was poor.
He yelled at me, red–faced, “Mom, you’re nothing like Ms.
Miller!
“You’re a bad mom!
“You took Dad away from her and won’t let me have candy!”
At that moment, it felt like I had plunged into an ice–cold abyss. The chill seeped through my bones, and my blood rushed to my head.
I stood there, stunned, as my own child hurled insults at me.
It turned out Lillian had been Roger’s first love, a passionate romance that had ended in a twist of fate.
Since then, she had wormed her way into our lives.
Roger started smelling like her perfume, and once, I even found a light brown hair on his shoulder.
But back then, I kept my mouth shut.
It wasn’t until today that I finally decided to file for divorce, cutting ties without hesitation.
