Losing Her was the Only Way to Find Me AgainChapter 1
It was the day we were celebrating my son turning one month old when I saw it.
A photo of him, my wife, and her first love—the three of them, smiling, like some happy family.
Edmund Kingsley posted it on Facebook. The caption?
[It's been so long! At last, our family got reunited!]
I just stared at the post for a minute.
It was my son between my wife and his first love, and all I could manage was a simple comment: [?]
Before I could even make sense of the picture and the caption, my phone buzzed. My wife.
"For Pete's sake, Duncan, I just let him hold the baby for a picture! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?!" she said, her voice sharp. "If you've got time to stalk him, how about changing a few more diapers for your son?"
Right after that, the call ended before I could say a damn thing.
When I checked the post again, it was already gone; I was blocked.
But that photo of the three of them? Still there, haunting me.
That's when I knew—divorce was the only option.
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I was stuffing the last of my clothes into a suitcase in the bedroom when Ophelia walked in. Her expression soured the moment she saw the suitcase sitting by the door.
"Come on! Edmund and I have nothing on!" she snapped, crossing her arms. "I told you, he just wanted a picture with our baby. Why do you always have to be so damn possessive?"
I clenched my fists, trying to rein in the anger bubbling up inside me.
"Possessive?" I scoffed. "Since he came back, have you ever noticed the insane things you've done for him?"
Her eyes narrowed, and her tone turned cold.
"Duncan, don't you dare," she warned. "He's my childhood friend. I'm successful now—why shouldn't I help him out a little?"
I let out a laugh. Not the funny kind—the kind you make when you realize you're screwed.
"So, you 'helped' him all the way into bed. Is that what you're saying?" I retorted.
Her face twisted with anger.
Before I knew it, her hand came down hard across my face.
"Seriously, Duncan, when did you turn into this paranoid asshole? If I wanted to sleep with him, you'd be long gone! You better watch your mouth, or don't blame me if I push for the divorce myself!"
With that, she stormed off, slamming the door behind her.
I just stood there, touching my face, my cheek burning from the slap.
Since Edmund had shown up, my wife wasn't the same.