Chapter 2 

The next mom ning. I got up early, just like always, tis make herakfast for Ethan and mur d 

My daughter hunned at the bowd of oatmeal is front of her, letting not a dissatisfied whine 

Why are we eating this again? I want a ham and cheese sandwich 

1 patiently explained, “Sandwiches atent healthy. Eating this is good for your stomach” 

She pouted and yelled at me in frustration 

que so old fashioned‘ Ama Sophie says I can eat whatever I want 

want. Aunt Sophie to come live here and be my mom. I don’t want you to be my mom? 

My band fore mid motion, the la 

Ladle trembling in my grasp. 

komy 

It felt like my heart was being torn apart piece by piece. 

This precious child, whom I had conceived through endless IVF treatments and injections, had just said something so cruel 

than quickly glared at her before taking the ladle from my hands with a forced smile. 

Don’t take what she says to heart. Kids say the darndest things. Sophie’s just my assistant. Come, sit down–Ill serve you” 

I didn’t call him out. With trembling hands, I sat down and quietly ate breakfast as if nothing had happened. 

After they left for the day, my phone buzzed with a m 

a message. 

Tim glad you’ve made up your mind. I’ll take care of everything on my end. You can step in next month.” 

1 renhed with a single word: “Okay.” 

My parents had never approved of my marriage to Erhan, Back then, I had fought them tooth and nail to be with him. 

A few years was all it took for me to see him for who he truly was and come back to reality. 

Tho me a favor. I want them to have no chance to recover.” 

A sharp pain suddenly twisted in my lower abdomen–perhaps the pills were starting to take effect. 

The pain was unbearable, and in desperation, I called Ethan. 

But a woman answered the phone. Her voice was sugary sweet, laced with deliberate provocation. 

“Ethan’s busy right now. What do you need from him? 

“If it’s nothing important, don’t call again. He’s got no time to waste on someone like you.” 

I said nothing, quietly ended the call, and dialed 911 instead. 

The ambulance arrived quickly. 

At the hospital, the doctor informed me that the procedure hadn’t worked completely, and I needed to undergo a surgical cleaning 

Lying on the operating table. I trembled with fear as my phone buzzed with a message from Ethan 

“Tilbe on a work trip for a few days.” 

Coincidentally, Sophie updated her social media, announcing her trip to the Maldives. 

I simply replied to Ethan’s message with a single word: “Okay” 

Chapter 2 

Then I tigned off my phone and let the tears flow freely on the cold operating table. 

My mother worked fast. 

She had already gathered all the evidence of Ethan’s affair with Sophie, handed it to a lawyer, and prepared the divorce papers. 

All that was left was my signature to end it all.