Chapter 2 THE DIVORCE LETTER

*Elizabeth's POV*

I moved through the house like a ghost, packing essentials into two suitcases while tears streamed down my face. James had left for work an hour ago, kissing my forehead and Helen's, completely unaware that it would be the last time.

Clothes for me. Diapers and onesies for Helen. The few pieces of jewelry my grandmother had left me-nothing James had given me. My documents, my bank cards, the emergency cash I'd kept hidden in my dresser.

Every item I placed in the suitcase felt like another piece of my heart breaking.

I kept checking the clock. I had maybe five hours before James came home. Five hours to disappear from the life we'd built together.

When the packing was done, I sat at the kitchen table with a blank piece of paper before me, a pen trembling in my hand.

I had to write it. Had to tell him why.

The pen touched paper, and the words poured out through my tears:

*James,*

*I loved you with everything I had. I gave you my whole heart, my trust, my future. But you chose to build another family behind my back. I found the photos-you, that woman, your son. All the dates during my pregnancy. All the lies.*

*I won't let Helen grow up in a house built on deception. I won't let her learn that this is what love looks like.*

*Don't try to find us. You made your choice. Now I'm making mine.*

*Elizabeth*

My hands shook violently as I folded the letter. Tears dropped onto the paper, smudging the ink, but I didn't care.

I pulled off my wedding ring-the symbol of promises that meant nothing-and placed it on top of the letter on the kitchen table where James would find it.

The gold band gleamed in the afternoon light, mocking me with its shine.

I picked up Helen from her crib. She was awake now, looking up at me with those innocent eyes, completely unaware that our world had just ended.

"It's just you and me now, baby girl," I whispered, holding her close. "Just us."

I grabbed the suitcases, took one last look around the house-our home, the place where I'd believed we were building a future-and walked out the door.

I didn't look back.

At the bus station, I bought a ticket to another city, three states away where my mother lived. Helen cried in my arms as we waited, her wails echoing my own silent screams.

"Shh, sweetheart," I murmured, rocking her gently. "It's okay. Mama's here. Mama will always be here."

When our bus was called, I boarded with Helen crying against my shoulder, my suitcases heavy in my hands, and my heart shattered beyond repair.

As the bus pulled away from the station, I looked out the window at the city disappearing behind us-the city where I'd fallen in love, gotten married, had my daughter.

The city where my husband had betrayed us both.

"Goodbye," I whispered.

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*Third Person POV*

James Blackwood pulled into the driveway at seven thirty that evening, later than usual but earlier than the past few weeks. He'd been working on closing a major deal with Patrick, and tonight they'd finally signed the contracts.

He was in a good mood. Excellent mood, actually.

He grabbed the gifts from the passenger seat-roses for Elizabeth, and a stuffed bunny for Helen-and practically bounded to the front door.

"Elizabeth! I'm home! And I have a surprise!" he called out as he entered.

Silence.

"Elizabeth?" He set down his briefcase and the gifts, frowning. "Helen?"

The house was too quiet. Usually, Helen would be crying or cooing, and Elizabeth would call out from wherever she was.

He walked through the living room, the dining room, checking each space. Empty.

"Elizabeth?" His voice rose with concern now.

He climbed the stairs two at a time. "Elizabeth? Sweetheart?"

Their bedroom was empty. The nursery was empty.

Panic began to creep into his chest.

He rushed back downstairs and that's when he saw it-the piece of paper on the kitchen table, weighted down by something small and gold.

His wedding ring.

No. No, no, no.

His hands shook as he picked up the letter and read.

With each word, his face went paler. His breathing became ragged.

*"...you chose to build another family behind my back..."*

*"...the photos..."*

*"...your son..."*

"Oh God," he breathed. "Oh God, no. Elizabeth, no."

The letter slipped from his fingers as his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the kitchen floor, his back against the cabinet, staring at nothing.

She'd found the photos. She'd seen Kelvin. She thought-

"No," he whispered, his voice breaking. "No, you don't understand. Elizabeth, please..."

He pressed his palms against his eyes, his whole body shaking.

She thought he'd had an affair. Thought Kelvin was his biological son with another woman. She didn't know the truth-that Kelvin was adopted, that the woman was his nurse, that James had been planning to surprise Elizabeth with the son she'd always wanted.

He'd wanted to give her twins. A boy and a girl. The perfect family.

And now she was gone. They were both gone.

"Elizabeth," he whispered into the empty house, tears streaming down his face. "Elizabeth, please... you don't understand."

He looked at the letter again, at her neat handwriting expressing such pain, such betrayal.

His voice cracked as he whispered to the silence:

"That boy... he's ours too."