Lana crouched down, her eyes glistening as she picked it up. Her voice trembling.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come back with the child.”
Micah shot me a glare and said coldly, “Riley, I didn’t know you were this petty. If you can’t accept Lana, then we’re done!”
I said, “Okay.”
My calm response caught him off guard.
Lana quickly leaned down and nudged the boy toward me. “Go on, sweetheart. Say hi to this lady and tell her not to be upset.”
“No!” the boy shouted. “She’s a bad woman! A homewrecker!”
Then, out of nowhere, he shoved me hard. “You steal my daddy!”
People started staring. Some even looked disgusted. I heard someone mutter, “Wow, side chicks are really bold these days—coming to the courthouse to steal someone’s husband.”
I looked at the boy and said gently, “Don’t worry. Your dad and I broke up. He’s all yours now. I wish your parents a lifetime of happiness.”
Micah nodded in approval. “That’s more like it. Keep being sensible like this.”
Then he walked off with Lana and the boy, like the perfect little family.
As I watched his back, I thought, ‘That wasn’t me being ‘sensible.’ I meant every word.’
I found a nearby café and sat down to wait for Asher.