At eight years old, Hallie had sat on the stairs, lost and helpless.
My heart softened again.
For a long time, I treated Harrison like my own little brother. I bought him clothes and tutored him.
I taught him how to live and how to behave.
He always called me “brother,” saying I was the best person he’d ever met. If ever he had the chance, he would repay me.
And he really did.
He was accepted into the same school where Hallie and I worked.
On the night he got his acceptance letter, he climbed into Hallie’s bed.
That day, I had gone home early on purpose, wanting to make a special dinner to celebrate.
When I got home, what I saw was…
The two of them, messy and hugging. Their bodies were pressed together.
Right then, I completely lost control.
I threw the cake at them.
I broke every flower and plant in the house.
Hallie stood in front of Harrison, coldly watching me. “Byron, if you’re done, close the door.”
“You’re shameless, but Harrison isn’t.”
Between me and Harrison, she chose him without any hesitation.
I couldn’t take it anymore and forced Hallie to give me an answer.
She frowned at me. “Byron, you’re still my husband. As long as you don’t act out, Harrison will never replace you.”