Chapter 4

My heart skipped a beat.

I looked up at him.

Evan crouched down, placing the strawberry cake beside me. His voice was helpless but affectionate:

"Zoe, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm too nice to Vivian and that I've been neglecting you and our son."

"But I swear, I only feel sympathy for Vivian. She's a single mom—I just don't want her to suffer too much."

He took my hand and placed it solemnly over his heart.

"Give me a little more time. I promise I'll handle things with Vivian and her son properly. I won't let you and our son be wronged."

I stared at him blankly.

I could barely remember the last time he looked at me so seriously.

Maybe it was at our wedding.

In the pristine chapel, he held my hand and vowed to treat me well for the rest of his life.

Or maybe it was the day our son was born.

In the hospital delivery room, he carefully held our son in his arms and trembled as he kissed my forehead.

Then he said:

"Zoe, I will never let you or our son suffer any injustice."

Thinking about those past moments, I was silent for a long time.

Finally, I decided to tell him about the divorce.

"Evan, actually..."

"Oh, where did you put that limited-edition LEGO set I bought for our son last time? Is it in the study cabinet? Vivian says Tanner's really into LEGO lately. I'll take it over for him to play with for a few days."

After speaking, Evan went to the study, found the LEGO set, grabbed his car keys, and hurried out the door.

"Bang"—the door closed.

Evan's figure disappeared.

I stared quietly at the door for a long time.

Then I finished the sentence I hadn't completed.

"Actually, our son and I don't need you anymore."

Only two days left until we left.