Chapter 3

We didn't take the photos. I took our son straight home.

I started packing.

While I was booking plane tickets back to my hometown, Vivian sent me a video.

The setting was another well-known photo studio in the city.

Vivian and Evan were wearing matching outfits, holding a child around five years old, posing for the camera.

At the end of the video, Vivian taunted me as usual.

"It's just a family photo. Evan and I can take one anytime."

If this had been before, seeing Vivian's provocation, I definitely would have snapped back immediately.

But now, watching our son carefully organizing his toys, I only had one thought: how pointless.

I exited the chat and booked two tickets to Seattle for the day after tomorrow.

Just after I paid, Evan came home, carrying a strawberry cake.

Both our son and I stared in surprise.

In the past, he hated strawberry cake the most.

Because of this, even though our son inherited my crazy love for strawberries, he would only choose Evan's favorite matcha mousse for his birthday.

But today, why did he suddenly bring home a strawberry cake?

Our son and I looked at each other, both finding it unbelievable.

Evan slowly walked in and saw the open luggage. His expression changed slightly.

"Tanner was crying so hard, I stayed with him a bit longer. On my way back, I remembered you both love strawberry cake, so I bought one."

"Why are you packing? Are you going on a trip?"

I shook my head, then nodded.

"I guess so."

With only two days left until the divorce became official, I didn't want any unexpected complications.

Hearing my words, Evan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before continuing:

"The photo studio called me and said you didn't show up. I rescheduled. How about tomorrow?"

"I absolutely won't bail this time."

He crouched in front of our son and said it very seriously.

Our son paused while organizing his toys, looked at him, then at me.

As if he was torn, or as if he didn't dare believe anymore.

I noticed our son wavering, and my heart softened.

"Okay."

It was only going to be the last time anyway.

After I agreed, our son's eyes immediately lit up. He grabbed his toys and ran into his room.

After he left, I continued packing. Evan came over to me.

He struggled before speaking:

"By the way, about our son calling me uncle today..."