His Regret, Our Irrevocable Goodbye

be an emotional surgery, raw and direct, for the American woman

him a new son, Leo, and foolishly believed our love could h

a-induced amnesia. Suddenly, my husband was walking on eggshells around the woma

ive-year-old for desecrating his dead brother's memorial, my husband, Calvin

g comforts while our son screamed in agony. Over his shoulder, her eyes

ticky with my own blood, dialed 911. "I need an ambulance," I

pte

a P

n was already a ghost haunting our lives, a bea

of stability for grief. He needed a wife, a mother for the

laughter in the kitchen, bedtime stories, and the quiet rhythm of a family trying to mend a shattered past. Calvin e

rgia Flynn located after extensive search. Suffering from trauma-induced amnesia." The calm i

alvin' s priority. Every fragile whim she had became law. He walked on eggshells around her, his guilt over Aiden's death

ill wine on Leo's drawings or "misplace" his favorite toys. Calvin would always find an excuse for her. "She's not herself, Alea

u fetch me some champagne, darling? And perhaps something for... Mrs. Merritt, here?" she purred, her eyes glinting with malice as she leaned into Ca

before Aiden's death. It's tragic." I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake him. But the look in his eyes, the deep-seated torment, stopped me. He truly believed her. He truly t

his father. Georgia, in a sudden fit of "confusion," had decided the living room needed rearranging. She "accidentally" knocked over Aiden's

ll. He just wanted to put it back. But Georgia saw it differently. She shrieked, pointing a trembling f

all clutched in his small hands. He didn't see the fear in Leo's eyes. He didn't see Georgia's calculated gaze

ull away. "I just... I just wanted to help," he whispered, tears welling up. But Calvin wasn't listening. He tw

e. But Calvin was in a rage. He shoved me back, his eyes wild with grief and anger. I stumbled, hitting m

His arm twisted at an unnatural angle. A sickening pop. He collap

ed myself up, my vis

ms. He held her tight, stroking her hair. "It's all righ

arm bent the wrong way. And my husband w

in my gut. This wasn't grief anym

him, her face buried in his shoulder, but her eyes, over his shoulder, met mine. They were n

break. It shattered.

isper, barely audible over Leo's cr

ter. "She's very fragile, Alea. This

hysical blow. He chose he

e of pain and betrayal. My mind, previously clo

r. This was

corner of the room. A small, familiar document was tucked behind a decorative vase. The prenuptial agreement. Ironclad.

ancial independence. I had thought it was just a fo

ng around me. But inside, something new was taki

ed 911. My voice was surprisingly steady. "My son has bee

up, his eyes wide. "Al

devoid of emotion. "I'm protecting

ll clinging to him. "Don't be ridiculo

hurt him. And she caused it." I pointed at Georgia, who gasp

mind?" Calvin began, his f

ugh now more softly, exhausted by the pain. My son. My beautiful, sensitive

uder. My heart hammered against my ribs, but

end of us. And th