He shifted slightly, one foot still on the welcome mat like he couldn’t decide if he was intruding or entitled. “I didn’t plan for it to happen like this. Celine—she’s a wonderful woman—”
I raised a hand, stopping him curtly. “I don’t care about your spin. I care about my son’s heartbeat not rising every time he hears a car in the driveway.”
He looked down, sighing, and finally dropped the envelope on the shoe bench beside the door. “Fine. I’m not here to ask for forgiveness anymore. Just read the terms.”
I watched him strode toward his car. Once I locked the door, my phone vibrated in my pocket. A message from an unknown number.
You believed he’s there for closure?
You should read the fine print, Arianne.
I fumbled for the envelope Zach left earlier. I’d assumed it held divorce papers. But when I ripped it open and pulled out the stack of documents—it had two documents inside. One was for divorce petition and the other was a petition for full custody of Liam.
Filed by Zachary Hatton. And co-signed by Celine Lovelet.
My world lurched sideways. My knees buckled against the edge of the counter as reality sank in. They were never going to stop at betrayal. They weren’t just playing house.