The streets of my hometown still held remnants of the Valentine's Day celebrations, with deflated heart-shaped balloons and confetti scattered on the snowy sidewalk.Julian had spent Valentine's Day at Nadine's place while I sat alone, watching the city lights and lovers strolling outside through my window all night. Coming back here for the first time in years, I finally felt a sense of belonging. "Delilah, what are you doing back here?" Mom exclaimed when she opened the door, surprised to see me.Noticing my face red from the cold, she quickly warmed my cheeks with her hands before taking Ezra. Dad came shuffling out in his slippers when he heard us. When he saw how thin I had become, he hurried to welcome me inside."Delilah, why didn't you tell us you were coming home? We could have picked you up," Dad said. Sitting on the couch and looking at my parents' worried faces, I finally broke down. Mom's concerned questions turned my tears into heavy sobs. My crying startled them
"Annette, why did you hit Nadine?" Julian exclaimed in shock. He tried to speak up for Nadine, but Mom was not having any of it."Who said you could call me by my first name? Call me Mrs. Larson because I sure as hell don't have a son-in-law like you! You've got some nerve showing up at my house—get out!""Delilah, I've always treated you with respect. How dare you treat me this way?" Nadine was furious, holding her cheek in disbelief and pulling at Julian's arm. "Julian, if we're not welcome here, let's leave!"Surprisingly, Julian shook off her hand, leaving Nadine stunned. "Julian? Aren't you coming?"Julian's face showed discomfort as he replied, "You should go ahead first. I want to talk to Delilah."Nadine could not accept this response. She shouted, "Julian, just come back with me! Things are already bad enough—they'll just keep insulting you if you stay. Can't you see Delilah doesn't care about your relationship or child?"As Nadine implied we were being heartless, Mom
It took Julian a moment, but he finally shouted back, "Y-You can't take away my right to be a father!"I laughed coldly and lashed out at him, "Julian, ask yourself honestly. Have you ever fulfilled your duties as a good father or husband?"Julian was speechless, and tears began falling as he lowered his head in regret. He pleaded, "I know you won't believe anything I say now, but Delilah, I just want one more chance!"Think about Ezra! Think about our years together! I'll be better to both of you from now on!"I snapped, "Not a chance! If I gave you another chance, Ezra might not make it out alive next time."I refused to budge, my voice firm. Just as the tension reached its peak, Ezra started crying in the other room, likely disturbed by all the noise.His cries immediately caught both of our attention. "Ezra! Ezra, you hear my voice, don't you? Don't cry. I'm here!" Julian quickly stood up and tried to push past me into the bedroom. Before he could make it, Dad swiftly gra
When Julian found me again, he was holding an envelope. He looked even worse than last time—more disheveled, wearing a mismatched suit and dress shirt with a crooked tie. I stepped back, gripping the doorknob while glancing at my parents behind me for reassurance. I asked warily, "Julian, what do you want?""Delilah, look at what I brought you!" Julian eagerly pushed the envelope forward.I frowned as I took it, opening it to find an official police report. Inside, it detailed Nadine's arrest, with charges listed as the attempted murder of a minor. My frown deepened, unsure of his point.Julian excitedly rambled on, "Delilah! Remember how you said at the hospital that she did it on purpose? Well, I tricked Nadine into admitting it—she confessed to me that she deliberately caused the accident!"Now she's going to prison! Can you forgive me now?"I could not believe he had turned in Nadine, so I quickly pulled out my phone to search for news. Sure enough, there was viral footage o
In the following days, Julian repeatedly tried to contact me, especially after my divorce petition was approved and he received the court summons. Using Nadine's viral video and my recorded conversation with Julian, I successfully submitted all the evidence needed to file for divorce. He would yell, "Delilah! Open the door! Please! How can you be so cruel as to divorce me? And you're suing me, too! Can't we just talk this out?" "Henry, Annette, open up! I just want to see Ezra! Please, just let me see my baby!"I ignored all his attempts and called the police every time he showed up, which resulted in him being arrested several times for disturbing the peace. Even then, he refused to give up. After his release, he tried harder—constantly sending flowers and gifts even when I refused them. Eventually, he even wore his old college graduation gown, hoping to remind me of the day he proposed.But all I felt was utter disgust.Finally, the court date arrived, and the judge's quest
When Julian Carter returned home, he found me still awake and gave me a puzzled look. He asked, "Delilah? Why are you still awake?"The sky was just beginning to brighten as I slowly raised my head, staring blankly before noticing the marks on his neck. I froze for a moment before letting out a bitter smile."Why are you coming home at this hour?" I questioned him back. Even though I should have guessed what was happening, I just never expected it to be so blatantly displayed before me. Julian hesitated when he heard my hoarse voice. Then, he noticed where I was looking and instinctively touched the marks on his neck. He said awkwardly, "I was helping Nadine fix her refrigerator. It took until late, so I dozed off at her place. I didn't want to disturb you and Ezra by coming home, and these marks are just bug bites—don't overthink it." A mosquito bite in the dead of winter and right after Valentine's Day, no less. Julian's excuse made my expression grow colder as I gently so
In the following days, Julian repeatedly tried to contact me, especially after my divorce petition was approved and he received the court summons. Using Nadine's viral video and my recorded conversation with Julian, I successfully submitted all the evidence needed to file for divorce. He would yell, "Delilah! Open the door! Please! How can you be so cruel as to divorce me? And you're suing me, too! Can't we just talk this out?" "Henry, Annette, open up! I just want to see Ezra! Please, just let me see my baby!"I ignored all his attempts and called the police every time he showed up, which resulted in him being arrested several times for disturbing the peace. Even then, he refused to give up. After his release, he tried harder—constantly sending flowers and gifts even when I refused them. Eventually, he even wore his old college graduation gown, hoping to remind me of the day he proposed.But all I felt was utter disgust.Finally, the court date arrived, and the judge's quest
When Julian found me again, he was holding an envelope. He looked even worse than last time—more disheveled, wearing a mismatched suit and dress shirt with a crooked tie. I stepped back, gripping the doorknob while glancing at my parents behind me for reassurance. I asked warily, "Julian, what do you want?""Delilah, look at what I brought you!" Julian eagerly pushed the envelope forward.I frowned as I took it, opening it to find an official police report. Inside, it detailed Nadine's arrest, with charges listed as the attempted murder of a minor. My frown deepened, unsure of his point.Julian excitedly rambled on, "Delilah! Remember how you said at the hospital that she did it on purpose? Well, I tricked Nadine into admitting it—she confessed to me that she deliberately caused the accident!"Now she's going to prison! Can you forgive me now?"I could not believe he had turned in Nadine, so I quickly pulled out my phone to search for news. Sure enough, there was viral footage o
It took Julian a moment, but he finally shouted back, "Y-You can't take away my right to be a father!"I laughed coldly and lashed out at him, "Julian, ask yourself honestly. Have you ever fulfilled your duties as a good father or husband?"Julian was speechless, and tears began falling as he lowered his head in regret. He pleaded, "I know you won't believe anything I say now, but Delilah, I just want one more chance!"Think about Ezra! Think about our years together! I'll be better to both of you from now on!"I snapped, "Not a chance! If I gave you another chance, Ezra might not make it out alive next time."I refused to budge, my voice firm. Just as the tension reached its peak, Ezra started crying in the other room, likely disturbed by all the noise.His cries immediately caught both of our attention. "Ezra! Ezra, you hear my voice, don't you? Don't cry. I'm here!" Julian quickly stood up and tried to push past me into the bedroom. Before he could make it, Dad swiftly gra
"Annette, why did you hit Nadine?" Julian exclaimed in shock. He tried to speak up for Nadine, but Mom was not having any of it."Who said you could call me by my first name? Call me Mrs. Larson because I sure as hell don't have a son-in-law like you! You've got some nerve showing up at my house—get out!""Delilah, I've always treated you with respect. How dare you treat me this way?" Nadine was furious, holding her cheek in disbelief and pulling at Julian's arm. "Julian, if we're not welcome here, let's leave!"Surprisingly, Julian shook off her hand, leaving Nadine stunned. "Julian? Aren't you coming?"Julian's face showed discomfort as he replied, "You should go ahead first. I want to talk to Delilah."Nadine could not accept this response. She shouted, "Julian, just come back with me! Things are already bad enough—they'll just keep insulting you if you stay. Can't you see Delilah doesn't care about your relationship or child?"As Nadine implied we were being heartless, Mom
The streets of my hometown still held remnants of the Valentine's Day celebrations, with deflated heart-shaped balloons and confetti scattered on the snowy sidewalk.Julian had spent Valentine's Day at Nadine's place while I sat alone, watching the city lights and lovers strolling outside through my window all night. Coming back here for the first time in years, I finally felt a sense of belonging. "Delilah, what are you doing back here?" Mom exclaimed when she opened the door, surprised to see me.Noticing my face red from the cold, she quickly warmed my cheeks with her hands before taking Ezra. Dad came shuffling out in his slippers when he heard us. When he saw how thin I had become, he hurried to welcome me inside."Delilah, why didn't you tell us you were coming home? We could have picked you up," Dad said. Sitting on the couch and looking at my parents' worried faces, I finally broke down. Mom's concerned questions turned my tears into heavy sobs. My crying startled them
I looked down at Julian, my face completely void of emotion as I said, "Julian, let's divorce!""You want a divorce over this small incident?" Julian's eyes widened in disbelief. He stood up and rubbed his temples before continuing reluctantly, "Delilah, this isn't such a big deal, is it? Aren't you overreacting? "We've been married for three years. How can you suggest divorce so easily? What does our marriage mean to you?" His embarrassment turned to anger as he added, "We have a child together! Even if you don't consider me, think about Ezra!" Nadine, who had been sobbing on the side, suddenly chimed in, "I'm so sorry, Delilah. This is all my fault. I never meant to come between your relationship..." I saw through her crocodile tears instantly. When her eyes met mine, there was a flicker of smugness. That was it—I knew she had hurt Ezra on purpose. My anger boiled over, and I marched up to her, slapping her hard across the face. I growled, "Did anyone ask for your opinio
When Julian Carter returned home, he found me still awake and gave me a puzzled look. He asked, "Delilah? Why are you still awake?"The sky was just beginning to brighten as I slowly raised my head, staring blankly before noticing the marks on his neck. I froze for a moment before letting out a bitter smile."Why are you coming home at this hour?" I questioned him back. Even though I should have guessed what was happening, I just never expected it to be so blatantly displayed before me. Julian hesitated when he heard my hoarse voice. Then, he noticed where I was looking and instinctively touched the marks on his neck. He said awkwardly, "I was helping Nadine fix her refrigerator. It took until late, so I dozed off at her place. I didn't want to disturb you and Ezra by coming home, and these marks are just bug bites—don't overthink it." A mosquito bite in the dead of winter and right after Valentine's Day, no less. Julian's excuse made my expression grow colder as I gently so