She Came Home to a Billionaire Ex

Synopsis

The day my wife left for another country, I stood at the airport holding our three-month-old son in my arms. Calanthia wheeled her suitcase beside her while a younger colleague, Darian, pushed another one. "Aldric, this project means a lot to me. I'll be back in two years," Calanthia said calmly, never once looking at the baby in my arms. Her eyes lingered on her boarding pass, on the handbag Darian carried for her, and on the duty-free shop displays beyond the terminal. Everywhere except on her three-month-old son. "Okay," I replied. Just one word. Calanthia seemed caught off guard, as if she hadn't expected me to agree so easily. "You're… not going to stop me?" she asked. I replied, "If this is what you want, then go." Darian cleared his throat beside her. "Calanthia, it's time to board." He called her Calanthia. I still remembered what she'd said during a freshman orientation event years ago when he first arrived at the university. She had said, "That student is incredibly talented. I'd like to mentor him." Mentor him. From the lab… all the way to an overseas flight for advanced studies. Calanthia took three steps before turning around. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at our son. "Eamon… Mommy will be back soon." Eamon slept peacefully in my arms, offering no response. I turned and walked away. There was no farewell, no wave, and no tears in my eyes.