Jordan opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Percy slowly shook her head.
She glanced around at the dozens of people watching.
Percy slowly shook her head.
“I don’t want to be the woman standing beside a father who ignores his own children.”
She slipped the bracelet he’d bought her off her wrist and placed it on the abandoned gift box.
“We’re done.”
Then she walked through the gate without looking back.
I looked at my ex-husband, the man I’d loved for twenty years, and felt something inside me unclench for the very first time since the day he left.
But Jordan wasn’t done.
“We’re done.”
“Ethan,” he barked, his voice cracking across the yard. “Ethan, get over here.”
Ethan didn’t move from the diving board.
He just stood there, arms crossed, watching his father with a calmness that broke my heart and made me proud in the same breath.
“You will obey me!” Jordan roared. “Or else, I’ll—”
“Don’t you dare,” I said, stepping between them. “You don’t get to raise your voice at these children. Not after everything.”
“You will obey me!”
“They’re my kids too!”
“Then act like it. Or leave.”
He looked around the yard and finally saw what I already knew.
Every guest had gone quiet.
Every neighbor was watching.
“Get off my property, Jordan.”
“They’re my kids too!”
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
I watched him leave, shoulders hunched, the box abandoned on the patio table.
Someone near the grill muttered,
“About time.”
Another neighbor quietly shook his head.
And for the first time in months, I breathed all the way in.
I suddenly realized Clark was still standing beside me.
“About time.”
Even though his job was technically over, he hadn’t taken a single step away.
His hand brushed mine.
Neither of us pulled away.
Ethan hurried over once Jordan was gone.
“You okay, Mom?”
“I’m better than okay, sweetheart.”
Neither of us pulled away.
***
Clark waited until the last of the guests drifted back toward the pool before moving closer.
“Looks like my contract officially ended five minutes ago,” he said with a crooked smile.
I laughed.
“Does that mean you’re leaving?”
He looked at me for a moment.
“Only if you want me to.”
“Looks like my contract officially ended five minutes ago,”
I felt my cheeks warm.
“I spent months believing no decent man could ever look at me the way you pretended to today.”
Clark smiled softly.
“That was the funny part.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t pretending nearly as much as you think.”
“I wasn’t pretending nearly as much as you think.”
For a second, I just stared at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
Suddenly looking far less confident than the actor I’d hired.
“Would you let me take you to dinner next weekend?”
I looked toward the gate where Jordan had disappeared, then back at the man still standing beside me.
For a second, I just stared at him.
One had spent years making me feel invisible.
The other had spent one afternoon reminding me I wasn’t.
I smiled.
“I’d like that.”
Clark offered me his arm with an exaggerated flourish.
Laughing, I slipped mine through it.
