“Hey, sweetheart.”
His voice softened instantly.
“It’s done.”
A pause.
Then a smile.
“I’m heading over now. Today’s ultrasound, right? Don’t worry. Mom, Dad, Lauren—everyone’s already on their way.”
His eyes flicked toward me.
Cold.
Detached.
Like I was a stranger.
“Our son’s going to change everything.”
The mediator shifted uncomfortably.
Ethan signed the paperwork without reading a single page.
Twelve years of marriage reduced to one careless signature.
“The condo is mine,” he said.
“The car stays with me too.”
He shrugged.
“As for the kids, if Claire wants them, she can have them.”
Like he was discussing old furniture.
Not our children.
My chest tightened.
But unlike before, it didn’t break.
Because he’d already broken it enough times.
His younger sister Lauren stood beside the conference-room door with a smug smile.
“Honestly, Claire should be grateful.”
She crossed her arms.
