"I don't know what happened. But I know it wasn't your fault. If he refuses to sign, we go to court—and when that happens, you have to tell me everything."
She softened her voice. "For now, go take a hot shower and get some sleep."
I nodded and went to my room. When I picked up my phone, a new post from Tilda glowed on the screen.
Got hungry in the middle of the night and someone didn't mind cooking for me from scratch~ My baby is the absolute best!
Attached was a photo of Xavier in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, busy at the stove.
A bitter laugh escaped me. So it wasn't that he couldn't cook. He just couldn't cook for me.
I remembered a night when I'd had a fever. For some reason, all I wanted was seafood chowder. I'd begged him for what felt like forever.
He never made it.
Then Tilda posted again.
Fresh homemade seafood chowder~
Something inside me snapped clean. Not broke—released.
Why was I wasting a single tear on a man who had never loved me?
In that moment, Renata's words echoed through my mind. I flipped my phone around and screenshotted both of Tilda's posts, saving them.